I've got some string
And I think it's strong enough
If I double knot it
It'll hold
That's the amazing thing
About paracord rope
It's my time to go
I've gotten the call
All the lies have been revealed
And right now
Tomorrow
A few years from today
I 'll still feel like this
I found the rope
I found a way
And now it can end
Now it can take me far away
To a secret place
And I'll never have to want to die again.
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
