Suicide
Feet touching, thighs not Hip bones, baggy top
Collar bones, thin neck Sad eyes, face a wreck
Fake smile, all lies I'm just tired, my cat just died
Skin a canvas, knife a pen Red paintings, drawing again
Stained cheeks, chapped lips Pale face, red wrists
Pill bottle, rope tied Gun loaded, SUICIDE
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My poems
PoetryThese are all my poems, most will be sad but maybe some will be happy, just dont be expecting a happy poem. ~shania
