they don't understand,
when the see the Sharpie ink
on my arm.
they say its bad,
it's inappropriate.
but they don't understand,
how it temporarily
gets rid of the pain.
would they rather me draw
on myself in ink
or in my own blood?
'*'
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PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...
