"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 made to lose weight.
One eye closes
The other to follow
Hoping this time it'll work
Her breathing becomes hollow.
She drops to the floor
As her hands uncurl
Welcome to the life
Of a suicidal girl."
~Unknown
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
