We need to talk about this
There's no other way out
Unless we want to spiral out of control
And have a new scar on our arm every time we write down some words
We're talking through here but it just doesn't work
I'm desperate!
I'm desperate to help you
To help myself
So please let's talk about this
But I'm too scared to say the first word
So I hope you're brave enough to talk to me
And
Maybe my mum will send us both to therapy
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Again not poem like but I don't give a shit. This is between me and my best friend.
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The End Of The Road
PoetryPoetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just t...
