She pulled me closer and kissed my lips.
Then pushed me away and I need her again.
Grabbed my arm, choked me out.
Fuck why am I doing these things to myself?
I need a reason to stay, but I have none
Guess I'll have to make up one.
It's hot as hell, but your cold as ice that's what makes the pain feel so right.
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Mental Health Poems
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems by authors that wrote about mental health, mental health, and any suggestions made by you guys.
