I'll drink and drink till I throw up
I'll do drugs till I die
I'll slit my wrist till blood cannot flow.
But that's not going to do shit in life!
I've been hurt,
I've been sad,
I've been broken and it won't last.
One more time and I'll be gone
Hope you win this fight.
All my love is given to you.
-Mick{e}y
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Pretty In Poems
PoesiaI write poems to explain the darkness of depression or anxiety, people have their own way of seeing it but I just want to make it clear it's not easy for those who have it. I'm hoping you'll enjoy this book of my poems. If you need help reach out to...
