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Poetry

TRIGGER WARNING!!! A poetic take on teen suicide, depression and eating disorders, written by a disordered kid.

life

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by puffpuff9

by puffpuff9

Laying in bed

Stuck in my head.

When do I go?

There’s no way to know.

Unless I go now.

I think I know how.

Maybe if I take the scissors

And cut out my heart

I’ll stop feeding this darkness,

Turn my poems into wings and become a goddess.

Sculpt my life to be perfect

Unlike it is now.

Deep underground

With no shovel to dig myself out.

Using my claws

To hide my flaws.

Use my wings to take flight.

I’m done trying to fight.

Maybe if I die

Everything will be alright.