The blood that drips down your stomach, hips, arms, legs.
Sweety you're so much better than that blade, you're so much better than your battle.
You deserve so much but nobody can give it to you.
You can give it to you. You are the only person YOU have to worry about!
You may not think nobody love you, but baby I love you. I always have, I always will.
So please put down the blade, throw away those pills, put that rope back. Cause someone needs you and that someone is me.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThese pages may trigger some depression or anxiety for some so read with your own cost.