Her whispers in the wind
& all her broken dreams
so much for a sin
& all her screams
her cuts are deep
her dreams too weak
the morning after
nothing seems right
the gun to her head
she'll finally say goodnight
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Poetry Instead Of Suicide
Poetryima kinda what people call "A pain finder" & I'm trying to break myself from the habit. So I have been writing these poems instead of self harming so much. welp, hope you like them.
