Another bottle of pills flood my system.
So body quite resisting,
I'll just end up taking more and die from persisting.
I've been cutting to much with to dull of a knife,
but tonight I've made sure its been sharpened twice.
The pills thin my blood,
I'll be gone within minutes.
Sorry mom it's not your fault,
I've loved you ever minute.
~ Arial Blair 11/8/17
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PoesíaAll original songs and poems wrote by me throughout my life copywrited and updated weekly this book is forever ongoing never completed *Some poems may contain triggering content be warned*
