Flip out your knife
I want to slice my wrist
Please end my strife
Put blades in my heart with a twist
End my life
On my thighs and hips
Countless stripes
Tears in my eyes and on my lips,
Just a few cuts, what's all the hype?
I could disappear
From what I figure
No one would fear
This is my trigger//
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8.9.14
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POETRY
PoetryMy way of getting the feelings out. Volume I •Published very out of order• •Feedback is always welcome• •© 2013-2015• (Was Some of My Soul but I got tired of the flowery hipster name so) ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Cutting, depression, suicide, emotional...
