Certain people and places cause purple venom to poison my hormones.
It goes straight through my blood vessels and into my mind.
The poisonous anger spreads like a virus through me...
I'm angry...now you're angry.
You're angry...now I'm angry.
There's poison inside, and you can't get rid of it.
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Dear Suicide...
Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
