There is not a day
I don't think about
Razors and pills
And windows and buildings
And ropes and guns
And cars and trains
And it's perfectly fine
Its become apart of me
But when you talk about
Razors and pills
And windows and buildings
And ropes and guns
And cars and trains
The same way I think about them
That is
What breaks me beyond repair.
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Depression, Cutting, And Suicide Poems.
PoesíaPoems about depression, cutting, and suicide. I wrote almost all of these. Give me some feedback please.
