A knife feels like home
When you feel so alone
You can be surrounded and still
Nobody fills the way you need to be filled
Pill after pill still just as empty
Knife still sounds like the better answer to me
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Youthful Wreck
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote in highschool struggling through the pain of life. Trigger warnings about SH,SA and suicidal thoughts and eating disorders.
