How am I still here.
How could a slip of paper ruin me.
How could something so thin be so sharp a do so much damage.
How come words hurt like you've just tripped and fallen.
How come I'm so screwed up.
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crossing bridges // poetry
Poesíareally short, random, grammatically incorrect, shit I've put together called poems. **TRIGGER WARNING** #21 in #freementalillness (11/29/18) #42 in #mentalproblems (11/18/18) #670 in #mental (11/22/18) #907 in #depressing (11/24/18)
poem 2.9
How am I still here.
How could a slip of paper ruin me.
How could something so thin be so sharp a do so much damage.
How come words hurt like you've just tripped and fallen.
How come I'm so screwed up.
