(I found this poem on the web, its by Kayliegh she leaves in the United Kingdom)
Dark red
Trickles
Trickles down her arm
A special little secret
Known as self harm
Fiery red
Anger
Builds up deep inside
She's got to let these feelings out
But to who can she confide
Dark silver
Blade
Is the one that she trusts
The one that she turns to
When life becomes too much
Long white
Sleeves
To cover her pain
Hide her relief
Hide the cuts again .)
shit...that pretty much is the narration to any off my drawings..and well ...my life. it's scary
thats the some for me yourfallenangel... all of my drawings are like that... and my life too...
oh well... people just cant seem to help me...
i think somethings wrong with me...
great poem tough....
beter than any of mine...
mine all suck...
sorry everyone
amanda jacobs...
angelless
Hey Angelless your poems dont suck their really good. Your an amazing writer.
ha thats alot like me... drawings, poems, life, but theres always a reason behind the madness..
its just some pp; dont c it that way and call me a frek
o well there loss
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