I look at my body it's full of scars ,
I was in depression i had the right ,
I slashed my wrist my thighs and ribs, no one can see it but I still did
I need to be high so I rose up and up,
I've seen her dead face but I didn't stop,
I went up and up until I saw the clouds,
But then I fell down and hit the ground.
I went up the stairs and closed the door
I looked at my body, it wasn't there anymore.
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Dismissed
PoetryAll the dismissed illnesses (depression , anxiety.. And so much more), animal abuse and other horrific problems in the world that not much people speak of, i'll try my best to depict every problem, illness or situation to others that just don't see...
