One more scar
That's what I said
Until the knife hit my skin
I can't wait to be dead
What's the point of life anyway
None of us matter
Every breath that we take
Can keep your life from a shatter
Everyone should kill themselves
Take a shot to the head
Drink a gallon of bleach
Or hang yourself dead
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Poems I've Written In 2017
PoetryIn depressed, and have been writing poems for months now, I don't make them or anything. I was asked to put them on here by a friend bc my handwriting is hard to read.
