I spent years,
after years,
after years,
falling into the wrong arms, that never held me tight.
Kissing the wrong guys, girls even, that never thought of me as something worth seeing sunlight.
Each left a scar somewhere, you'll probably see them on my
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Each one with a story, I memorise them all too well.
Some were deep and some were shallow, but they still made me who I am.
I wish I could start over,
but I know I'll still do it all wrong.
I can't bring myself to give you a
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a
s
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n,
that will convince you.
Here I am ending it, goodbye boo.
YOU ARE READING
Suicide Notes
Poetry'how can a person be filled with life and then be empty? Where does it all go?' A collection of suicide notes. (thank you farah (the_author15) for the dope cover, I love you).
