Gnawing at the back of my mind;
Of how I want to leave this world behind.
Only I can know of my sorrow,
Do I leave here tomorrow?
Blood drips down, my floor gets wetter.
Yes, I've already written my suicide letter:
Everyone, Now your life will be better
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100 random rhyming poems
Poetry100 random rhyming poems is an ongoing book that I started writing as a teenager really struggling with their mental health, and have continued on with through to being an adult. The tones and themes of each poem varies massively, which reflects how...
