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That day when my sweet 16's didn't seem so sweet I grabbed that knife and I cut too deep The blood on my thighs that look in my eyes is there a way to get out am I trapped in my mind scared to die but too sad to live the guilt in my soul Each cut a confession but I’m losing control I put on my mask but I was so beat the blood on the ground cant see my feet screaming so loud but I don't make a sound<3
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Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 3:09 AM UTC
(not 16 but I thought of this)
That day when my sweet 16's didn't seem so sweet I grabbed that knife and I cut too deep The blood on my thighs that look in my eyes is there a way to get out am I trapped in my mind scared to die but too sad to live the guilt in my soul Each cut a confession but I’m losing control I put on my mask but I was so beat the blood on the ground cant see my feet screaming so loud but I don't make a sound<3
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Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 3:09 AM UTC
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