No.
I'll never drink from your poison bottle again.
I'll never utter one word to you - not again.
You're labeled with danger.
I swore to myself that I'd never look back.
I must stop myself from thinking about the past.
The past is such a nasty thing.
It makes me sick to my stomach.
I'll never drink from your poison bottle again.
Too much poison could mean pointless fate. Period.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Suicide...
Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
