That's an awfully hot coffee pot
What if I broke the pot and took a shard of glass
And stabbed it into my cardio vas-
Cular vein and every pump I gain
From my heart I'll feel an aching pain
And as I gasp my last breaths on floor
No one will save me because I locked the door
But I want it that way
I have a feeling that no one wants me to stay
I try to open up to people so my shoulders can feel like feathers
But all they say is that it'll get better
So I gave up on people, thing, and basically reality
And when I think about it I feel less pain in my slow fatality
I just want to go and go with no farewell
Because when I wake up I'll be in hell
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Eyes of a Suicide
PoetryOk so this is my first time making a wattpad so tell me how it is! Although, I doubt I'll be making another one It's just a little poem I thought about So read a poem that starts off with a funny TikTok quote as it progressively gets worse ⚠️WARN...
