"He stopped looking
Both ways before
Crossing the street;
He stopped wearing
His seatbelt in the car,
And he stopped counting
The pills before he took them.
Now, he was trying
To kill himself, no,
But he did stop caring
About whether he lived,
Or not."
~DS
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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*
