I use my blood as ink Like I'm bleeding words out Of every horrible thought And every horrible doubt And I think of them often Till the paper is dripping Till the pages are thin And the binding is ripping But I can't hold them in It's all far too much And black at the edges With a poisonous touch So I pour it in words, With a rhyme or a few So read them with care From my heart, to you.
From My Heart, To You by Hannah M (hannahmliterature)












