One
Two
Three
Four
Scars too many
Blood on the floor
She had a nightmare
So she thought.
So she blinked.
One
Two
Three
She thought she had a nightmare.
But unfortunately...
She was never to be set free.
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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...
