hi!! welcome to my poems and writings :) some of these might have triggering topics so i will add a tw before so you can scroll past!

CW: GORE , VENT , DEATH

it stabs me once then again and again and again

"it hurts" i cry out "it hurts"

it stabs me again

it will never stop

only when im dead will it ever stop

it wont care how much my gaping wonds will scare others around me

it wont care how my injuries may push away the people i need most

it will only be happy once im laying on the cold bathroom floor bleeding out

it stabs me again