I keep telling myself this!
But I'm not done
This isn't for
I just want to die
I just want to cut
I want to relapse
I want to feel pain
I want to stop crying
I'm depressed but I can't tell my mom that
She is too tbusy
Can't I just die
And cry
Goodbye
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Poems by a Broken One
RandomPoems for the broken. The ones that hate themselves, and everyone around them. The ones that are outcast or weirdos. The ones that hate themselves, the ones the want to die. The ones that cut, or purge, or starve. These are poems written by the brok...
