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
PoésieNot 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 3)
Fake smiles, sliced arms.
Drunk nights, self harm.
Pained chest, heart stops.
Breathing slows.
I drop.
