it's been too long
since i've felt anything but numb
my wrist throbs now and then
waiting for me to cut
i resist the urge
but sometimes it's too much
all those questions running through my head
why was i not enough?
YOU ARE READING
to die would be an awfully big adventure
Poetryit may not look like it, but i'm okay i just miss you sometimes. {for the people who have had someone leave that they could never forget} (Completed)
