Alcohol, pills, red eyes.
Wrists cut, bruised thighs.
Noose tied, wish to die.
Gun loaded.
Suicide.
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Suicide Poems From A Broken Soul
PuisiNot 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 (Part 2)
Alcohol, pills, red eyes.
Wrists cut, bruised thighs.
Noose tied, wish to die.
Gun loaded.
Suicide.
