Bloodied hand, and other works

by Paprika11

Hi. This is a collection of poetry and paragraphs and rants. Trigger warning- mentions of self-harm and suicide, so y'know... If you're like me and for some reason reading triggering stuff helps the feeling go away (I dunno how it works) then read! R&R, PM if you wanna be depressed together! (lol, so cheery) Umm, yeah. This will permanently be in-progress, but it doesn't matter.

Umm, so... My account was originally intended to be an outlet for myself, but I need poetry to live, and there was no real poetry section so I was like hey, let's put it here! So yeah. Lemme know if you feel the same way, we can bond over some imaginary coffee, even though I'm a tea person. Or a candy person, if I can get a hold of it (candy=drugs for me- I want it but it's so hard to get them). But R&R!

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Heart is yearning,

Fire burning.

Life is dying,

See me trying

To pick up paper

But my writing tapers

I see my blood,

I see a flood.

I have no word,

But have you heard

That I shall die

And none will cry-

But now my heart is set on fire-

Right now, time's becoming dire.

I write the last I ever will,

And I put down the bloodied quill.

Pick up the knife,

And end my life.

If you loved me, you didn't say-

For I've been waiting for the day

That you had love and spared me some.

But that day has never come.

I bid farewell, it's time to die,

I raise a bloodied hand goodbye.