Poem 15:
Fake smiles
Dead eyes
Scratched wrists
Bruised thighs
White pills
Rope tied
Gun loaded
Suicide
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My depressing poems ❤
PuisiDisclaimer: These poems aren't exactly happy. These are poems coming from the depressed side of me. I find cutting to help, Although, I write poems to help me. I think it's better than cutting. Anyways, don't read if you have a weak heart, or if you...
