Death will come
Death will go
She is dead
now you know
Pills and rope
Knives and coke
Nothing left not even hope
Bandages and razor blades
This poor girl nobody saves
With guns loaded off to the side
With sadness that she no longer hides
that was it she made up her mind
It was time to take her life
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Splitting And Grounding
PoesiaWelcome to a series of 4 am thoughts, BPD splits, suicidal ideation and my poor attempts at adequately expressing my emotions through writing. call them poems if you will some of its just writing what I need to get out others are something I spent t...
