I want to die
So that maybe tonight
Everyone can go to bed happy
I want to overdose
Too bad that's never worked before
I want to slit my wrists
I failed at that last time too
What if I hang myself
Tried that too
What if I cut an artery
Attempted that
I don't know what else to do
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoesíaThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
