If you could see all of the bullshit you've put me through,
You'd cry,
You'd kill yourself,
You'd feel so fucking terrible,
But I keep that bullshit to myself,
And maybe I have or will do those things,
You'll be included in my suicide note,
My last text will be to you,
I'll cut your name into my wrists,
Thighs,
Stomach,
Calves,
Everywhere possible,
And the final will be right down my arm vertically
How would you feel about that? ;)
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Depression poems
PoetryWARNING: Some, if not all of these will be triggering so if you're easily triggered, i wouldn't suggest reading any of these