TW: S/h
Everyone is addicted to something.
Either that be weed, alcohol, or nicotine.
My addiction?
Well, I'm addicted to a blade.
One that helps me feel better.
It makes permanent scars but it helps calm me.
The crimson blood pooling out of it is a feeling of joyous relief.
It feels like a release,
Like when you take a puff of a cigarette.
Everything feels okay.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 16 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
