Suicide is anything but silent
The little signs always cry out, but people just choose not to notice
The long sleeves in the summer time
The broken smiles
The tears that slip through
People notice, but they never ask
They never try to figure out what is wrong
They never try to figure out what is killing you slowly
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Poetry
PoésieThis is a book filled with poems that I have written myself. Most of them are depressing, so you have been warned.
