Then there was you, my life-line, my sanity and the only thing standing between me and my doom.
Every beat of my heart screams your name, aching for you to whisper soothing words into my head, to kill my bad thoughts and end the suffering of my mind.
You are what keeps me alive.
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Emotional Torture.
PoesíaCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
