I'm laying here,
Looking at my blood stained wrists
Trying to end this life of mine
Overdosing and cutting never seem to work
All they do it put scars on my wrist and pain in my chest
I take more pills
Tasting the acid at the back of my throat
Mouth filled with blood, tilt back and choke
I know I shouldn’t do this
But I just cant help myself
I need to get away from this world
I need to give my mask a rest
To do this, I take drugs, cut, spew and
Anything else that you could possibly think of
One day all of these ‘risks’ are going to be taken too far
But when that one day comes
Well that one day will be the happiest day of my f*#king life….
* once again this poem is true. all the poems that i write are true.
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