Jul 28, 2018 | Rating : | Written by Quinndolyn Harris
Sleep Read Count : 133

Category : Poems

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Tears drop,
Blood splattered,
Does my life really matter?
Guess not,
There goes my wrist,
Another cut again.
I know whose about to win.

Lord forgive me,
Iā€™m feeling empty. 
I must already be dead.

Happiness, gone.
Fight, gone.
Everything, gone.
Kill yourself again.

She tries to overdose on pills,
An intoxicating sleep.

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  • Jul 28, 2018

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