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She smiled yet not in her eyes,
Her thoughts they raced, agonies they bled
With rising suns and storming lies,
Until her mind was bathed in red.
She cut to relieve her pain,
A sea of scars on her translucent arms,
From her eyes, there's a stream of rain,
A wild ocean no one could calm.
But look she made a mistake,
Too deep she slit in a visible place,
A rushing river forms a lake,
Until too much, she can't replace.
Her life slipped out her body,
She choked on water, her lungs collapsing,
Her vision black, she couldn't see,
Her soul drowned, her ears still ringing.
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Poetry about suicide
PoesíaCollection of 3 poems I have written. This might be triggering to some - describes self harm, death, suicide (overall, not happy poems). Please do not copy my work, I have worked hard on it and copyright. Thank you, enjoy! I hope they inspire you. (:
