One cut, two cuts,
Three cuts, four,
Always desperate,
For one slash more,
Five pills, six pills,
Seven, now eight,
Some meant for sleep,
Some meant to lose weight,
One eye closes,
The other to follow,
Hoping this time it'll work,
Her breaths become hollow,
She drops to the floor,
As her hands uncurl,
Welcome to the life,
Of a suicidal girl.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems For Death✔️
PoesíaThey sound really pretty and there here for anyone who wants to read them. ~~~ My style of writing has improved so if you don't like these please check out my new book called A Poem For Death. ~~~
