My Blood Is On Your Hands

Original Poetry

VODKA IS CHEAPER THAN
A NOTEBOOK
AND A PEN.
I WOULD RATHER
DROWN
MY FUCKING SORROWS
IN BACARDI
THAN EVEN HOLD A PEN
LET ALONE
WRITE MY FUCKING
FEELINGS DOWN
BECAUSE ALL I FEEL
IS YOU CRAWLING OVER
MY SKIN
AND BREAKING MY HEART
INTO UNFATHOMABLE
PIECES OF BROKEN GLASS.
I HOPE YOU CUT YOURSELF
ON THOSE SHARP EDGES
BECAUSE THE BLOOD
FROM MY SHREDDED HEART
IS ON YOUR HANDS, MY FRIEND.

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