Slit my wrists,
Slit my thighs.
Pretty soon,
I'll be saying goodbye.
Your words are the reason,
Myself is bleeding.
Self hatred in me,
Is only feeding.
Count them all,
One through nine.
This vein right here,
Is where I draw the line.
As my body falls,
To the floor.
I realize,
That I'm no more.
Mine
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Depressing Poems and Quotes 2
PoetryJust more quotes and poems I feel should be read! Also if you guys have any you made up or saw and would like in the book, just private message me and I'll give credit! WARNING: MIGHT BE TRIGGERING!
