Hey /lit/, what do you think of my poetry?
Arms so pale, you can see the veins
Mind so numb, I can't feel the blade
The blood is pooling at my feet
One cut for every promise I couldn't keep
Therapists don't understand
The pain inflicted by my hand
I need to stripe my pallid skin
Because I can't stop thinking about him
ironic shitposting is still shitposting
>>8057717
>It's a simple world for her. A curtain fluttering - that's how she is - lives, moves - obediently, yet with every appearance of freedom and caprice.
>>8057721
Oh my gosh that's so beautiful. And... it's me, sad to say.
>>8057717
Great poem, OP! Here's mine.
Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.
Poison tears stream down my face,
My heart beats at a steady pace
As I try to stand again;
Alone and standing in the rain.
I don't need you anymore...
Is what I think while tears pour.
I hate you like I hate my life;
But love is what cuts like a knife.
Love is death and death is you;
Its pain stains like a black tattoo.
Those memories come back again
And bind me in the ropes of pain.
Crimson blood streams down my head
Like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread,
To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull...
...Now just a memory that's faded and dull.
>>8057797
yours is a copypasta, op's is original