I don't like being speechless
I don't like to cry
I fear heights
I don't want to fall
Especially not for you
There isn't anything to fall onto
I just hope you can catch me
If you're strong enough to carry us both to happiness
I would do the same for you
I am strong enough
I fight my own battles and I can fight yours
Wheedling a sharp blade
I can hurt others
I'd more likely hurt myself
With a swipe at my wrist I won't feel the pain of others
Let my skin thicken
Or weaken like my will
Let me shrivel and die
But like a phoenix I will rise
Let myself build back up
Don't let me sink
Don't let me fall
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If This Makes Me A Troubled Teen Fuck That Poetry ;)))
Poetry⚠️Mentions Of Rape, Self Harm, Suicide, etc⚠️ There isn't a cure to man's problems. Only death, which is is a problem itself. I crave that nasty blade at my throat. Some poetry for a son that never lived in his father's eyes and never died as a daug...
