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I should really see a doctor but I’d rather see a pharmacist
The way my skin flares makes me feel like I’m an arsonist
Waves through my body so I shake like I’ve got Parkinson’s
Nobody notices like I’m surrounded by some narcissists
Problems so long I could make a list
Maybe I should just call it quits
Maybe I should just not exist
The constant need really does persist
And I swear I do my best to resist
But my body really does insist
That I take myself back to the mist
It makes me wanna slit my wrists
But I know I would be hardly missed
When death comes to get his last kiss
Didn’t wanna be remembered like this
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J.K.H
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Author:
SilentMew (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This has “double meaning”. I’m speaking about addiction, withdrawals/tapering/weening, suicide, death, depression, mental illness and self harm.
- Category: Sad
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