As I'm looking at my wrist i'm trying to resist
as I'm looking at my wrist I'm trying to be tamed
as I'm looking at my wrist im wondering what would it look like slit
as I'm looking at my wrist I see green vains waiting just waiting
these vains has held on too long
too long to be just waiting
waiting I have to do something
so I imagine cutting my arms
I imagine it running and running
running until I get to a cliff
my eyes are not open and I fall---
and I'm awake
I look down at my arm and I'm finally awake
shivering and shaking I'm terrified
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Gain Pain
PoésieYour mind tells stories of all things. Your mind believes whatever you want it to believe. Some right or wrong, some absolutely right, some thoughts suicidal, depressed, and dark. This is a tell all of the mind or at least what's going on in mines.
