Poem On My Wrist

Posted under Emo Poems

I wrote you a poem on my wrist with a blade,
Thinking the marks would eventually fade
But I realized I’d cut it too deep,
I watched my crimson shame spill to the floor
And pretty soon I could see no more.
The angels sang a cutters lullaby,
And I reached out to the sky
To be denied by heaven..
At least I died thinking of you

By Katy Sykes