I've got one-million paper cuts,
The ones made by accident.
One-million reasons to give up,
But only one life; only one chance.
I've wasted the rest, and this one comes next,
Surrendered eight to a knife,
While dancing with death,
Seven to a pill bottle, and six doing this.
Five to a boy whom I thought I missed,
Four to the fall, and three from my wrists.
Two to a woman who called herself mom,
And one-million to a girl with paper cuts,
Ones that lasted way too long.
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nine lives ; E.D
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoésieThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
