This poem has been written in my own style. I prefer free style Поэзия so this poem does not rhyme.
Enjoy~


Sitting a pearl white tub filled with warm clear water.

Sanctuary.

I set a slightly rusty blade gently on the center of my wrist.

The cool blade on my warm skin feels good.

Pressing harder, drawing crimson blood.
I slide the blade across my skin.

Sharp pain shoots through me.

Moaning in pain, I continue.
Blood starts dripping into the water.

розовый swirls in the water.

I let my bloody wrist soak in the water.

It stings, but feels good.

The blade goes into my other hand and do the same to my right wrist.

Sanctuary.

I let all my pain from lies ooze out of me and into the already розовый water.

Tears run down my cheeks.

I feel sick and my eye lids droop.

I feel better now.

My head rolls to the side as I go unconsicious

Sanctuary.
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looking up into the clear blue sky
i lay in the wet трава wondering why
why is there always someone that's broken hearted
and why are people always breaking them
the pain is always deep
i wonder why the world is the way it is
why do people feel the need to start war
and why do innocent people have to suffer
the acts of those choice others

things are never great but we survive
and i wonder why no one has broken down
and now i wonder how

how do we get up and dust things off
then keep moving without on sign
that something has changed

so then i wonder
how would we thrive if these things
didnt happen and it was all the same
the war and the hurt
never moving forward
never knowing the repercussion of choices
for without knowing fthe poison of something
we can not Переместить on the find the cure