1 year ago
Too scared to bring the blade to my wrist
There has to be a better answer
Now the number of scars on my body is too much to count
As I think now I'm too scared of bringing a gun to my head and pulling the trigger
Wacthing as all my worries fade away in the wind
Where will I be 1 year from now
Will I be here
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Broken, Lost, Worthless...
PoetryDisclaimer: These poems/thoughts talks about all my sducidal and dark thoughts if you or someone you know is going through a hard time and is thinking about suicide or just ever need someone to talk to call this hotline: 1-800-273-8255 or you can te...
