Hand me your daughter, hand me a gun
Give her a razor, make her have some fun.
She pulled on the trigger, now her wrists are stained red.
The razor is bloody and so is her head.
~Depression/Suicide
~G.B
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PoetryJust little poems of my creation ! Please don't copy and take as your own work, these poems are sentimental X
