i want to bleed out in your arms so you can tell me how much it hurts you
i want you to look me in the eyes as i'm taking my last breathes so i can see how much you don't want me gone
i want the last thing i feel to be your fingers on my wrist so i dont have to remember how much it hurts to die
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We're Lost
Poetrythe one where the author sometimes writes poems tw//heavy topics, suicide, ect.
