Fake smile
Dried eyes
Scratched wrist
Bruised thighs
White pills
Rope tied
Gun loaded
SUICIDE
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SUICIDE POEMS
PoetryI want to scream I want to yell I want to kick I want to punch I want to break everything I want to down a bottle of pills But I can't do anything dumb so I'll just bottle it up and cry No one will notice No one will know No one will care
Fake
Fake smile
Dried eyes
Scratched wrist
Bruised thighs
White pills
Rope tied
Gun loaded
SUICIDE
