~t/w: su!cide~
the sweet release of suicide
i never slept until i died.
and if i find out that they cried,
i always will know that they lied.
should i let the ghosts decide
to lead me to the other side?
my nerves are shot, my brain is fried
never say i never tried.
YOU ARE READING
sad boi hours
Poetry~Trigger Warning: these poems contain somewhat graphic descriptions of mental health, s3lf-h@rm, e@ting d!sorders, su!cide and other topics that could potentially be upsetting. Poetry is one of my coping skills and a positive release for my emotion...
