Coffee cups lay,
near the ashtray,
blooming with cigarette butts.
She cries because she fears.
Yet her salty bitter-sweet tears,
made her wish someone was near.
The smoke makes her eyes water more,
the burn in which she cannot ignore.
At least,
not anymore.
She swats away,
at the bills she cannot pay.
She breaks and gives up all her dreams,
but in real life,
by all means,
never pick up
that sharp kitchen knife. -Peacefulrock
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PoetryMy second collection containing poetry about topics of today's real life situations in which depression, suicide, and self harm all compile into. Enjoy #625 in Poetry 12/17/14 7:15 pm :D #523 in Poetry 12/18/14 4:18pm #373 in Poetry 12/20/14 8:26 a...
