Like I said,
You can't save me.
No one can.
Here I stand,
Blade in hand.
Ready to go
Ready to die.
Ready to say goodbye.
I have this feeling.
Not the feeling of heartache
Not the feeling of sorrow.
The feeling of freedom for tomorrow.
There's a smile on my face.
I'm going to the right place.
If you think this is selfish
If this hurt you I'm sorry
It's not like I do this for a hobby.
But you can't save me,
No one can...
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You Can't Save Me. No One Can...
Non-FictionThis is poems about death, suicide, and self harm. Things I've contemplated doing, and have done.
