Just a quick poem I wrote about the Doctor. Rather dark, mentions of self harm. If you don't like, don't read. Review, loved it or hated it. I want feedback!

Patterns before me

The reddest of reds

And line upon line

And scar upon scar

Removed from reality

Pain to no end

And hidden and buried

With salt aplenty

Rivers through the hills

A-tumbling roll

And crystals reminding

That pain is so real

Myself is my enemy

The ceasing of minds

And those scars upon scars

Those lines upon lines