i found ways to destroy myself
i started smoking
i started drinking
i started cutting
i started loving
i started hoping
and they all left a type of destruction in me
in their own ways
but none have killed me yet
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)
