Cry

Nothing can fill, the abyss that is my heart
I feel like crying, but only blood comes out
Blood comes out of my wrists
As i hack away at the feeble flesh that is my body
The body of a weak person
A sad person
A person who wanted to change
A person trapped
That person
Me

THE END, i totally wrote an emo poem and will never write one again, now dont get me wrong, that poem was awesome, but dont worry i'm not close to the edge (UNLESS YOU PUT ME THERE)

That was actually really fun, just like black is my new favourite colour...