Crimson Poem by lizzy smith

Crimson



crimson wrists
vertical cuts
the pain is never
ever enough

how I love to feel
a blade on my skin
like a sharp kiss
against my skin

I feel no need
to try to stop
whats the point
it's all I got

it's so much fun
to sit and watch
all the blood
that drips and drops

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