My cutsA Poem by poemgirlThis is sort of dark.
The blood on my hands are stained
cuts so deep no one knows how dark I am,my magic is dark I can kill anyone with a single snap,why am I so different why am I like this,the cuts on my hands are always bleeding,black nails,black eyes people that judge you by how you look, people hate me,I am going to die alone, will I ever have the same emotions I had before but know body needs me and I don't need anybody,all I need are these cuts.
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4 Reviews Added on November 17, 2015 Last Updated on November 18, 2015 AuthorpoemgirlTennessee, LebanonAboutI like to watch anime and read lots of manga I read like 10 a day.I love to make music,dance and sing.I can get dark so I'm just sayin now that I can have dark poems on here. more..Writing
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