Oct 2020
I write my pain.
Every word is a tear.
I cut through the paper
With a pen
Instead of my wrists
With a knife.
Replacing my blood
With rhymes and lines.
A poem is born as I end my life.
Every word is a tear.
I cut through the paper
With a pen
Instead of my wrists
With a knife.
Replacing my blood
With rhymes and lines.
A poem is born as I end my life.
