Bring it
I don't care
Fight me
I have no will to live
If I am willing to cut myself
Then I will cut you too
I won't flinch or blink
Just watch the knife sink
Into your throat
As you choke and die
Asking why
Did you do this
And I will smile and say
Its just what you wished for
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Poetry of the Disturbed
PoetryTeenage Anxiety... Teenage Depression... But what happens when its a male... What happens he can't admit it... Because of his gender... The worst thing of it all... He's diagnosed with Schizoeffective disorder... The feelings are just...
