If I woke up with a knife in my gut
And you sitting on top of me
I'd be (so) happy
To see your face
The pain wouldn't even register
Until I died
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Poetry from Jupiter Raised by the Sun
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING/DISCLAIMER: Content in these poems cover mental health, self-harm, depressive moods, trauma, and rock bottom feelings. Not all poems have these topics, but if any of this triggers you please be cautious when reading this. I write po...
Can't Hurt Me
If I woke up with a knife in my gut
And you sitting on top of me
I'd be (so) happy
To see your face
The pain wouldn't even register
Until I died
