| Text Message: 2:45 Am |
Broken dreams
and given up
h
o
p
e
.
my death bed
will be my bathroom floor,
pills
for boquets and
a razor
as my pen.
my will
shall be my my thigh,
the words carved into it
will spell out
everything i didnt say.
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Poetry| Text Message: 6:53 Am | Read Where are you? | Text Message: 7:08 Am | Lost in my own thoughts, far away from you. ! unable to send
