TW: suicide and suicidal thoughts
I used to think of dying as an escape.
For when I couldn't bear the thought of living,
or for when I cracked under the pressure of existing in society.
Now, with you,
to use it as an escape would be a waste of a life with you.
Death is merely the price I have to pay.
A price I'm happy to pay as long as I have
you with me.
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My Mind On Paper
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. These are for the heartbroken, the hopeless romantics, the lonely, and the people struggling with their mental health. Also, I try to add a nice picture to every chapter to take away from some deep-ness(?) of som...
