They always told me
How kind people
Have the coldest hands.
And as if my body betreyed me,
I realized with a thought;
Maybe I am a bad person after all.
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Book of Suicide Poems
PoetryThis is my way to say goodbye. Warning: the poems might be triggering. If you believe you cannot stand reading depression and sucide poems because you might be triggered, please, for your own good, don't.
AFTER ALL.
They always told me
How kind people
Have the coldest hands.
And as if my body betreyed me,
I realized with a thought;
Maybe I am a bad person after all.
