I had a loaded gun with the safety off in my hand last night. I'm not going to lie I thought about putting a bullet in my head. My thoughts pushed me to pull the trigger. But I didn't. Maybe I should have.
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The broken
PoetryThe 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.
