To not believe in yourself.
Is like giving up on life.
That's when friends come in.
They keep you away from that knife.
That's concealed under the mattress.
But you dreamt having it once more.
To feel the sharp smooth slice of the blade
Bleeding to the core.
Or to go over dose.
Not thinking clearly.
Of the world you left behind.
Your friends will miss you dearly.
All of these things will be considered suicide.
No more family or friends to watch your back.
You left everything.
Even your pack.
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My Poems
PoetryAll of the poems are all written by me. please comment, your criticism is always welcomed.
