TW suicide
Swinging up and down
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Happiest at my peak
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Up and down up and down
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The sky so red like shimmering blood
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Clap your hands! Clap your hands!
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Take a paper clip and scrape my arms
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Until my skin is red and white
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Blood on your hands but you'd rather stay at home
Blood on my knees but I'm better off alone
God loves me and he wants me in his cradle
Angels in the sky like the prick he is
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I can't take the noise anymore
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Screenshots of him, filtering through me
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Hands.... Drifting on him
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Sliding gracefully, if you ignore his cries
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Lullabies, my only comfort
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I'm sorry
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Suicide grips my throat
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Cheering sounds of everyone
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It's so tough and scratchy
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My knees hurt
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If you would just shut the fuck up
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A drop, a crash, a bang, a sob, a kiss, a tree
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Cutting of circulation in my brain
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Dizzying, nausea
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Your voice is far away
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I'm fading....
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I can't breathe.... I can't see
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Sickness
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My feet dangling 3 feet off the ground
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A virus.... Plaguing my body until it gives in
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As I hang here, not a sigh of breath leaving my mouth
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Vent art, poetry, and just... vent
PoesieTW, it gets dark. If you have a passion for bizarre stuff and shitty poetry and mental illness then this book is...... concerningly accurate to your unhealthy interests. I'm okay, don't worry 👍😘
