if it doesn't kill you,
it leaves you with scars,
bruises,
it leaves you with chemicals in your lungs,
and drugs in your veins,
it leaves you lying awake at 3AM with dried tears,
wishing you weren't alive.
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poetry for the poetic: 3
Poetrythis is my third book of poetry on wattpad. you can find my other two on my profile!