the end
the glorious end
for kids like me they hold on to hope
hope that it will get better
but me
when i think of the end
it is of the day when im pushed to finally take those pills or cut my wrists til i bleed out
i don't know if i can survive this disease
but i know that i can only imagine one sense of relief
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PoetryCould be very triggering to people sufferIng with mental illinesses or prolong sadness Poems composed from my dark thoughts and released onto here in attempt to rid my head of its demons.
