• im writing a letter,
    for all to read,
    even though my wounds are hard to see,
    they still bleed,
    they bleed,
    in many shades of black and red,
    i dont feel like hearing,
    these stupid thoughts in my head,
    so here i sit,
    in this corner of sadness,
    while i cry those black tears,
    woundering if i will ever feel happiness again.