Blood and tears run together.
Mingling on your sleeves.
Strangers they are not.
Long time friends they are.
Again.
They meet every day.
As you wipe your face in the bathroom.
As the hot water scalds its way over your frame to the shower floor.
As you punch the wall in anger and frustration.
As you pick at the scabs in the back of the class.
As you drag the jagged blade over your skin.
The skin on your wrists.
On your legs.
On your stomach.
On your chest.
On your back.
Oh,
I guess you broke your promise.
Again.
Blood and tears run together.
Mingling on your collar.
Strangers they are not.
Long time friends they are.
Never again?
About the Creator
Cassie Grace
I'm from Kentucky. I write stuff. I use inspiration from my personal life for most of my writing. I'm currently working on writing a book, but we'll see how that turns out. For now, enjoy some of my poems and random archived writings.
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