praying that it goes unheard
my sadness
my want and need
to force my end
force my hand
to pull it across my throat
but there's always someone
who seems to care
just a bit too much.
what if they don't exist?
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
