Cut my wrists and thighs and hips,
Clean up blood and tears that mix.
Keep it covered so they can't see,
All the demons inside of me.
Sleep and breathe all in a hurry,
I can't eat or I'll face the fury.
It'll take it's toll on my fucked up body,
Just keep it covered so no one worries.
Think of your life and your death,
But don't speak of them in one breath.
Society will definitely make you pay,
By making you wish for both every day.
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Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
