it doesn't matter
how much drugs i do
or how cloudy the room is
my mind will still be clouded
with suicidal thoughts
~dxnnxmxrl
YOU ARE READING
red ink
Poetrythis is a passage to my thoughts and my heart that's painted with pain and misery -dxnnxmxrl
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it doesn't matter
how much drugs i do
or how cloudy the room is
my mind will still be clouded
with suicidal thoughts
~dxnnxmxrl
