Trigger warning
This chapter will contain references to self harm if that bothers you please click out
I cried, why did you tell me it was my fault
"I should die"
Why did you tell me I was your biggest mistake
"I should die"
I held that blade to my wrist and watched as the blood dripped
"I should die!"
I tied the rope around my neck and cried as my breathing got heavy
"I need to die!"
And yet I always stopped I couldn't do it
"I'm so sorry"
Will you miss me if I die will you have finally seen the signs
"I never meant to hurt you"
Do I mean anything to you anymore or am I just a extra person, a burden to you
"So maybe I should die"
You never held my hand you never held me when I cried you never loved me did you
Sorry my wolfies for the sad poem I promise I'll try to make them happier now but I hope you have a great day/night
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❞The Art Of Pain❞ ➵ {Poetry}
Poetry❝The art of pain is as beautiful as rose petals and yet as painful as the thorns to accept it is as accepting being pulled apart piece by piece and still living❞ ((Trigger warning, some mention of self harm))
