Late night
Another fight
Nothing will be
Alright.
Slit wrists
Bruised thighs
Stinging pains and
Drunk nights.
Heart breaks
Mind aches
Gun loaded
Suicide.
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Suicide Poems From A Broken Soul
PoetryNot for the weak of heart. Even the brightest smiles have the darkest feelings behind them. We all have a story. Happy, sad, angry, paranoid. We all do. Our smiles can be the greatest boundaries between ourselves and everyone else. Our smiles don't...
Suicide
Late night
Another fight
Nothing will be
Alright.
Slit wrists
Bruised thighs
Stinging pains and
Drunk nights.
Heart breaks
Mind aches
Gun loaded
Suicide.
