I don't think
About suicide
I do though,
Commit
I don't cut
I just
Like the sight of blood
I don't have insomnia
Sometimes though,
The world stops
And I want to scream
I'm not unsocial
I just think
Razors are easier to talk to
And I'm not perfect
I'm just
Me
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An Unfinished Apology
PoetryPoetry not meant for those with weak minds and pure hearts.