Fresh Cut, Fresh Start

A Poem by Ray0fSuns1ne

I hung myself and fell

From the ceiling of my cell

Wishing on the blood

For the destruction sound of bells

I cut myself and bled

Wondering if I was dead

Wishing on the veins

Stabbed two knives inside my head

I choked myself and died

As fair as I was alive

Wishing on the love

Connected to my arms like a bride

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Added on June 1, 2021
Last Updated on June 1, 2021

I'm Ray, and people usually joke that I'm like a ray of sunshine because I'm always smiling. Oddly, I like dark poetry. I'm 18. more..