crying a little
it wasn't that much
crying a little more
I can just skip lunch
crying every day
blood red on the floor
crying has stopped
everything is numb, no meaning anymore
crying forever
I weep for only a little bit, I'm okay I'm sure
crying one last tear
as my breathing stops
deaths not that scary
when youre the one that let's yourself drop
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hidden places
Poesíamouth tied with laces painted faces bottling and hiding horrors colliding dark and light and things locked up tight in all of our hidden places poems from me too you
