Thirty three missed calls
And a noose in the hall
And I bottle of pills
To help stop your chills
Oh please
Please leave
I know my mind is fucked up
I know I can't help but
Create the gore that I find comfort in
I know I try to grow up
But I'm just merely falling
Oh please leave me forever
I'm gone
(I wrote this when I was hallucinating my close friend who killed herself a while back, I loved her but I wanted her to leave me alone)
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Old Thoughts When I Was Sad
PoetryOld poems I wrote when I was too tired to think and cried all the time for no reason
