Skipping meals
Flushing others
Searching photos
Running miles
Slitting wrists
Bleeding dry
Not so quick
Or you'll die
YOU ARE READING
A Story Told, But Never Really Heard
PoetryThis is me. With no boundaries I reveal myself and hopefully save myself. I'm not sure whether I am writing this for you, or for me, but I hope it makes an impact none the less.
It's Like Committing Slow Suicide
Skipping meals
Flushing others
Searching photos
Running miles
Slitting wrists
Bleeding dry
Not so quick
Or you'll die
