i have some old rope
in the back of my closet
we could die together
like we always wanted
while we hang
suspended in the air
can we pretend we are flying?
forget your despair
finally we are dying
oh how pretty you are
even in death
your flesh torn and bruised
we take our last breath
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Random Poetry
Poetry(TW: Depression, suicide, eating disorders, death, substance abuse, and self harm.) I like to write poetry so ima just put it all in here lmao
