lilaholland12 (lilaholland12) wrote in poetry_pill_,

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Its math class, trigonometry.
the teacher drones on about logs and multiplication
but i am not paying attention.
my mind has been consumed by death.
beautiful death that i so desire
it feels like i am on fire.
my arms burn, craving the metal to be dragged across them
drawing blood,
beautiful crimson blood that
drips drips drips
onto bathroom tiles.
its been a while
since i have enduldged in such activities
i think i deserve a trip to the crimson river
it gives me shivers
when the crimson river flows.
its math class, trigonometry
And the teacher drones on about logs and multiplication
but all i want to do is die.

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