Pain slit pain slit
You cut yourself when the
rain hit rain hit
Drugs money drugs money
Sweep the past under the
rug honey rug honey
Pill bottles pill bottles
Starving to look like those
ill models ill models
Tears falling tears falling
You wish for it to end and
death's calling death's calling
//April 5th 2016/7:24 pm//
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My Gr8 Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems I have created about various aspects of my life including addiction, suicidal thoughts, self harm, family troubles, drugs, love, heartbreak, fear, loss, depression, and more. Feel free to skip to a part you feel you will be mor...
