Category : Poems

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If I slit my thighs 
How bad could it be
The only thing stopping me
Is the last shred of my humanity.

What's the sadness 
In just a few drops shed 
Soothing the manic 
Inside of my head.
What's the wrong
For letting some blood
Be my crutch?

My demons get starved
They already ravaged my arms
They weren't finished 
And they're coming in swarms.
Should I surrender to a sadistic art.