The worst type of crying is the silent one.
The one where everyone is asleep.
The one where you feel it in your throat, and your eyes become blurry from all the tears.
The one where you wanna scream.
The one where you have to hold your breath and grab your stomach to keep quiet.
The one where you can't breath anymore.
The one where you realize the person that meant the most to you, is gone.
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Suicide
RandomThis is a book of poems about self harm and girls and boys that cut themselves. I have had many friends cut themselves so I know how they think.
