One cut, two cuts
Three cuts, four
Always desperate
For one slash more
Five pills, six pills
Seven pills, eight
Some meant for sleep
Some to lose weight
One eye closed
The other to follow
Hoping it'd work
Her breath became hollow
She dropped to the floor
As her hands uncurl
Welcome to the world
Of a suicidal girl
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
