Snap snap snap.
That's what happens when you call me fat.
Smack smack smack.
That's the sound of a panic attack.
Slap slap slap.
That's what happens when you don't message back.
Tap tap tap.
That's what happens when the band snaps.
Scratch scratch scratch.
That's what happens when I crave my match.
Slice slice slice.
That's what happens when you're not nice.
Gulp gulp gulp.
That's what happens when I feel deaths pull.
Snap snap snap.
That's the sound of my final nap.
*My best friend gave me rubber bands to deal with my self harm addiction, and I was scared I was going to break the rubber band, and almost did, so she gave me five more today, lol. I like the sound the rubber band makes.***
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Poems of Death
कविता***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
