Cut your wrist a demon will bleed
A demon will come out cut your wrist
Let it bleed out till you eyes turn blur
Thats the voices in my head
Asking me to be weak
Watching me bleed
I am fond of singing the song of pain
The sound of grief dwells in me
I am made of blades in me
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NOTES I WROTE BLEEDING
PoetryIm healing from past pain and depression.I found a small book i used to write what i feel.How much the pain cut deep in me and no one ever noticed.It killed me but i couldn't express it. Thought id share it out .its pretty short lines filled with do...
