Tender passion escaping from brown eyes,
Leaving infinite stains upon her face...
She woke up one morning feeling ugly as can be.
She thought to herself, what is wrong with me...
I woke up one September morning
My baby never made it home...
You care so much
Why? I'm unsure...
Need to see your face,
be in a better place...
Black hair, black mascara
Covers her black heart...
It was the first night she cut,
The blood dripping from her arm in shameful drops...
Kind of long... please read the whole thing though
To bleed without shedding any blood...
I woke up this morning, crying
How come I am so sad...
Drunk again on cheap wine
the crimson liquid swirls...
I want to cry but i cant. i want to be strong like...
i want to be normal like i used to be. i don't...
I have fallen to my knees
As I write this poem...