TW: suicidal ideation
I'm an adrenaline junkie
A suicide freak
I do it for the pain
And to make myself bleed
I long to jump,
To glide high through the sky
Every morning
I stand watching the cars pass me by
It's a quiet life
One lived mostly alone
Not for the weak
Though I don't feel as if I've grown
At first I questioned its monotony
But then I realised it's just routinely
Cut, cry, then try to die
Upon that list I can rely
They think I'm going to try again
Of course I am, it's my only friend
All I think about day and night
Is that I wish I could finally take flight
Context: this is written about how I feel entrapped by the cycle of thoughts of suicide and self harm and how I feel that there's no end/escape to them.
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All's Fair In Love And Lesbian Poetry
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