Her eyes; Her eyes looked dead
Her arms; Her arms were red
Her legs; Her legs covered in scars
Her head; Her head lost among the stars
His eyes; His eyes saw a girl, waiting to be saved
His arms; His arms around her when she caved
His legs; His legs making her a seat
His head; His head wanting her heart to keeps its beat
YOU ARE READING
The Deep and Dark Poetry of a Girl Just Barely Hanging On
PoetryThis contains my poetry... this is how I cope with life. So if you don't like it, I don't care, I'm only writing for myself. *TRIGGER WARNING* I write a lot about self-harm, abuse, suicide, ect...
