There's a blade in my bag for when I get too stressed,
'cause the blade in my bag makes me feel less depressed,
but the blade in my bag only helps me feel fine
for a split second, short lasting moment in time.
There are pills in my drawers for when I fake my smile,
'cause the pills in my drawers hide my pain for a while,
but the pills in my drawers only drown all my thoughts
for a minute or two then I'm taking more shots.
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
