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T/w self harm, suicidal thoughtsSitting on the bathroom floor
As the shower runs behind her as white noise
To cover the sound of the small cries for help
There's a fine line.There's a fine line between what's reality
And what's notThere's a fine line of blood
As she watched it spill over the sides of her legs
She can't help but think of you.There's a fine line between being awake
And being asleep.
But she's doing the same thing either wayBreathing.
Don't you know where the fine line
Between Life and Death is?
"Help..." she whispers as she listens to the shower runSitting on the bathroom floor.
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poems about depression 🙃
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING.... These poems contain mentions of suicide, depression, and self harm Shitty poems that I wrote, I might include some that I like but didn't write