The Blood I Can'T Draw Poem by Marcellus Watts
The Blood I Can'T Draw
I wish to hurt others
Afraid of being hurt back
I recoil in self defense
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Always having the right emotions
Tools and calculations
I never act on them
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A coward maybe
A pitiful fake fool probably
Maybe even a confused pure wannabe
No never…
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The attempt to draw blood from myself abuse
No blood falls as I’m too weak to cut deeper
The blade edge not sharp enough
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Me the handle holding the blade
Attempting to somehow go further
To get the blood I can’t draw…
And the blood I’ll never get from others
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5/2/2024 1:41:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hmm, its a good poem. the cutting thing. you really shouldnt do that to yourself. but who am i to tell you not to right? either way, speaking from personal expeirience i know how much you want that blood. but dont get it.. its not worth it..