The days never seem to change,
Always bleak
Each day that began anew-
Always left deeper scars
Craving more, unable to let go
The blade seemly glued to my hand
These scars all over my body,
My silent screams of crimson
Never heard, never understood
Continuously drowning-
Extremity of highs and lows
I never seem to change
These crimson tears are meant to be stained
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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