Some people cut,
and some people burn.
Some people take drugs,
and some people fuck girls.
Some people cry,
and some people get drunk,
and some people dream about the day that they'll fly.
Some people starve,
and some people binge.
Some people carve,
and some people cringe.
Some people go mute,
and some people hit,
And I wouldn't be surprised if some people play the flute.
Everyone copes in different ways,
everyone has different reasons to stay.
Everyone is facing a different hell,
I know this simply because I am as well.
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My Maze of a Mind
PoesíaThese are some of my poems that illustrate how I feel sometimes, some will be happy - others not, so sorry if they depress you. WARNING: these poems may be triggering to some, in particular: The Treachery of the Knives, Beautiful Scarlet and The N...
