I've run out of skin to cut.
I've run out of places to hide.
I've run out of money to spend.
I've run out of strength to go on.
I've run out of reasons to live.
I've run out of my hope in you.
YOU ARE READING
crossing bridges // poetry
Poetryreally short, random, grammatically incorrect, shit I've put together called poems. **TRIGGER WARNING** #21 in #freementalillness (11/29/18) #42 in #mentalproblems (11/18/18) #670 in #mental (11/22/18) #907 in #depressing (11/24/18)