She slits her wrists once or twice just to cope, she wishes she could stop but those are just high hopes.. One night, she goes to deep and bleeds and bleeds, she knows she will not stay for long so she sits and thinks, her eyes feel heavy and the only think on her mind is "At least now... Im free".
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My Depression Poems
PoetrySome poems are mine some are stolen. If you see one that's not mine credit goes to who ever made it
