A pretty girl with everything
Falls asleep under an angel's wing
Don't fret, don't regret
Remember me,
But the angel grew cold
And the girl grew old
And both their wrists
Turned a bright, bloody,
pink
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Whispers--poems
PoetryMy dear, how do you deal with those things in your head? Poetry, prose, rhymes, free-style. Things I think that need to be said. Quick suicide/self harm/anxiety and depression trigger warning
