She's writing poems in her arms
Wounds too deep to heal
But the physical pains what she wants to feel
It distracts from her mind
A tornado in her head
A channel of blood slowly runs down
Each one crossing each other
Complicating themselves like her life
None of their paths are clear
Nobody can help her now
She will die alone
Each cut representing her pain
Her fear
Her love
And her distant memories
Of her once happy life
Fill her head
And when her heart stops beating
She will finally realise
That dying was an escape
Not the answer
Writing Poems in Her Arms
paramorluver163, 5 months ago
love it
puttu, 5 months ago
dying was an escape not the answer...very very very true..love it...awesome....
puttu, 5 months ago
omg love the words..where ever its from or if youve composed it...i dont really like the pic that much but ya..the words are very deeep and true too..
agirlnamedkitty, 5 months ago
wow amazing ending
skeptik, 5 months ago
amazing.
the last two lines are particularly powerful.
bananamuffin, 5 months ago
wow...i really like this one
cuz the ending of it is so true