A/N - Can you comment titles for this poem? Thanks xx
No cuts on my wrists
They thought I was fine
But they didn't know
They were on my thighs
Had pills in my pockets
But they didn't know
They weren't for headaches
I would overdose
Had beer in the fridge
Though I knew it ain't right
I had a desire
To a bottle a night
A rope in my room
A tear was all it took
My brother walks in screaming
'Mummy, look!'
