Suicide will make you divide.
From all the pain that resides inside.
Trying to help a friend till the very end.
Being trusted only gets you busted.
By the friend.
The message that you just want to send
Stays there upon the shore.
Until washed away by a storm.
On the very day you were born
It came back and pricked you with a thorn
You can't stop bleeding.
Suffering, loosing your mind.
Why can't I just rewind and take back the time.
When I was born.
Where I got pricked by a rose thorn.
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Poetrybe careful reading, this is real serious poems of things that actually happened to me, maybe some are exaggerated for effect on readers, please enjoy and this is a TRIGGER WARNING
