She sits on the closet floor
Hearing the screams of her parents down stairs
Only catching parts of thier converstation
Poping in her head phones with a sigh
She plays 3 feet tall with half voulum so she could hear faint shouts
Pulling out her bottle of T3's
Poping off the lid , spilling 7 into her hand
With a sigh and and a tear
She finally slwallows them
(makes you feel like your 3 feet tall heeey hey hey makes you feel like your 3 feet tall)
Slowly sliping to loopy land where she'd be for the rest of the night
She feels the floor go soft,
she truns her music louder feeling it echo in her head till she cant hear anything else
no more thoughts no more voices no more shouts no more nothing just her and the music.
~T.H.W
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Depressed Poems
PoesíaTheres a bunch of poems in here about the life of drug use and depression and self harm and anaerxica if you have any poems you want in this book just send me a privite message and ill give you full credit and if you dont want ot singed then I wont...
