One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four,
I don't want to live anymore.
Five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts, eight,
I know I'm really overweight.
Nine cuts, ten cuts, eleven more,
People call me a fucking whore.
Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen,
My life is very slowly wasting.
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen,
The light of heaven is becoming blinding.
Twenty plus four, you'll live no more,
And you'll be sitting at death's door.
-K.W.B.
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Depression Poems
PoetryThese are all my original poems and pictures. If you use them, please make sure to note that I was the one who wrote it instead of stealing it. They do have a trigger warning and thank you for reading.
