Slits wrist, cries all night.
Maybe it’s time to say goodbye.
It hurts too much,
it’s already
enough, too much to hold, it’s
been too rough.
Head down,
watching the ground, three
feet up high,
no sound around.
Bye bye, her demons tonight,
rest in peace, while her body’s
released.
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Author:
Italy Bustamante (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 29th, 2017 08:57
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Comments1
But you has only just got here, with your first poem, and you is saying goodbye! (lol). Hope it's not you yourself in this poem.
Oh, it’s not!
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