want to bleed
I plead
Please I need to bleed
I want to feel valid
Valid. Valid like
How I need to be
The blade hits like it was ment
To be
A empty room full of silence yet it’s
So loud
A crowd full of people
Yet I feel alone
An addiction
burning
Blood like
A cold iced coffee to
deceive
With the scars running through my body
They don’t feel valid.
if they don’t bleed
Then Who will I be…
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Author:
Kris.V (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Haunting yet valid in a mind that sees reality as running blood. Hard to read from another dimension its sadness trickles and clots over scars from a past lash. In its understanding it hurts. Well written
Once again, I shouldn't attempt an interpretation on what could be serious.
If it is an addiction, it's true, they are jealous tyrants, and for all their pleasures, we pay the highest price.
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