ill cut my veins till demons roll out,
when they move to my stomach ill stop eating,
till I'm so small that they have no space left to fit,
then when they fill my head,
ill splash my demons on the wall,
with a hand gun and a tear
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Sad Poems and Short Stories
Short StoryAs the title says. (Tw: suicide depression self harm etc) everything here is mine and copyrighted
