at first i never really understood the notion of something as brutal as suicide.
i thought the people who did it were cowards.
always disagreed with the people who thought otherwise.
oh how wrong i was.
now me, who is in the need of escape,
who never had the guts to hurt myself nor the people around me,
the one who occasionally reaches the edge of their cliff,
finally understands why.
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My Poems Of Unrest
Poetryif u came across this, hey! these are just some poems I made describing things that i couldn't really describe or say physically, out loud. *WARNING* there is triggering content in these poems (self-harm, depression, anxiety, identity crisis, etc) t...
