Fake smiles, sliced arms.
Drunk nights, self harm.
Pained chest, heart stops.
Breathing slows.
I drop.
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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...
