I keep a bottle of pills in my room
There's also a rope,
And a gun there too.
So if I get pushed over the edge,
And there's no hope to grab onto,
I grab onto the pills
To take the pain away
Before I reach the bottom
Of the endless pit;
Where there is no ledges,
Or anything at all
To grab onto
To stop you from falling
Into the black hole
Where there is no light,
No hope,
No faith,
And no escape.
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Calling Me Sad Is An Understatement
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems about depression, suicide, cutting, and recovery. - All poems written by me💕 - Please don't take credit for these poems.
