My blade has become my best friend
My thoughts become my dreams
My suicide was my only excap
My silance became my music
The world became my enimy
The people became the monsters
The pill become my thril
No one cared
No one licenced
No one helped
That's why I have the rope tied
The gun loaded
The pills swolled
The blad cut deep
And this is my suicide
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dear diary I want to die
Poetrythis is the second book to save me before it's to late and it doesn't matter if you haven't read the first one because this is pretty much poems and short stories and notes. and all so what is in this book means a lot to me so please don't dis me. I...
