Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2020
No,
You don’t belong
In this head of mine
I think it’s time
For you
To politely...
*******!

Today is not the day
For you to take over
And ruin me in every way.
I don’t need another thumbprint
To litter these pages of mine.
There’s a lot with this. It’s actually about cutting myself. I oftentimes lose myself to another portion of my mind and that other “conscience” lets say, will go to town on my arm. The pages with thumbprints are thumbprints of blood in a notebook I have, marking each time I failed to keep control of myself. Dark undertone, right?
Ayn
Written by
Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
24
     --- and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems