If they weren't home
I would slice open my veins
But I'm used to failure
I just want to winI will win something
Maybe tonight
I'll win this war and
My blood will ruin the tile
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Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
Poem 42
If they weren't home
I would slice open my veins
But I'm used to failure
I just want to winI will win something
Maybe tonight
I'll win this war and
My blood will ruin the tile