"I'll draw you a picture.
I'll draw it with a twist.
I'll draw it with a razor.
I'll draw it on my wrist.
If I draw it correctly,
A red fountain will appear,
To take away my pain,
And wash away my fear.
I can't set my hopes to high,
Because every hello ends with
Goodbye.
The marks on my wrist are the
Words my heart could not say.."
~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*
