Giving Up:
Cold blade,
Warm blood.
Crying and broken,
My words left unspoken.
Smile through the day,
Bleed through the night.
I think I might loose this fight...
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Written at 12 in the morning!! give me a break, I know it sucked.
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Where Depression Thrives
PoetryA collection of letters to myself that came from the lonliest nights. With a tear stained face and blood stained wrist, the poems remind me my past was real. I overcame something that seemed completely impossible at the time. And here they are. My...
