Slashed legs, bleeding wrists
Crying heart, broken past
Lost faith, crumpled trust
Ruined youth, unfair life
They see this as something to be ashamed of
But to me it shows how strong they are
I stand in awe every single time I seen them
Everytime I talk to them I'm so surprised
About how much they've gone through
But the pickaxe never once broke
I hold them close to let them rest
After going so long never finding peace
I try all I can to help them but know
once they're okay they'll leave me
I'm fine with it
Used to it atleast
I'm okay to let them go
I just never want to see them sad
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Stories of my thoughts
Novela Juvenil*trigger warning* *dont read if you do not like readin about suicide, death or depression* This is all about sad stories that I have thought of. Some of them are true some aren't My insta is: cammy_cat just follow and then request to message me the...
