3 çuts
On my wrist
Should do it
Thinking
Thinking
Thinking
My mind is in a dark place
Only pain
Can erase the pain
So
I locked the bathroom door
I filled up the bathtub
I got in
Then
One
Two
Three
Losing blood so fast
It worked this time
I'm not in pain anymore
- Author: Hanible ( Online)
- Published: November 18th, 2024 08:15
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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