#twblood - Hello Poetry

i remember spinning spinning around, not caring if my head hit the tile walls not caring if the janitors would have to clean up blood or even brain matter i was spinning that fast now here i am remembering the sirens and the screaming and the widening of eyes as i struggled to cope

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Apr 30

Apr 30, 2026 at 9:05 PM UTC

bellcommasilas

why won't the voices stop?

i remember spinning spinning around, not caring if my head hit the tile walls not caring if the janitors would have to clean up blood or even brain matter i was spinning that fast now here i am remembering the sirens and the screaming and the widening of eyes as i struggled to cope

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the tiles are cold ***** and wet but the blood is warm crimson, flowing down her wrists warm

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Jul 27, 2020

Jul 27, 2020 at 4:56 PM UTC

kaehaniya

blood

the tiles are cold ***** and wet but the blood is warm crimson, flowing down her wrists warm

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I'm lying on this mattress just thinking About all the ways this could go wrong The world over and time again. And all these nights have me thinking That maybe there’s no true meaning to anything, And maybe the real meaning is that nothingness. But all these people have me thinking About how much we can make out of nothing, About how little we can make out of something, And all this blood has me thinking That maybe I should have stayed home tonight.

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Mar 15, 2019

Mar 15, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC

fivevotesdown

Thinking

I'm lying on this mattress just thinking About all the ways this could go wrong The world over and time again. And all these nights have me thinking That maybe there’s no true meaning to anything, And maybe the real meaning is that nothingness. But all these people have me thinking About how much we can make out of nothing, About how little we can make out of something, And all this blood has me thinking That maybe I should have stayed home tonight.

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