Getting Free Poem by Andjela Antic

Red blood
Blue veins
White shirt
Mascara and tears stains
And deep inside all this hurt
Green eyes
Like thick grass
Time flies
Skin becomes, oh so violet
With yellow flecks
But toxicity left on my lips still, oh taste so sweet
Smudged ink with water drops so clear
Salty flavor with blood mixed on lips
All the voices in my head louder I hear
My small heart all doddered rips
Piece by piece
Till there's nothing left
Nothing except empty space
And cold lifeless body
Lying there alone
And your hands will be bloody
But at the end, with myself I'll be one