fake smile
Dried eyes
Scratched wrists
Bruised thighs
White pills
Rope tied
Gun loaded
Suicide
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Depression Is A War
Poetry**TRIGGER WARNING** Now guys this is where I post all my feelings, thoughts and stuff going on in my life. I'm so sorry that this Is going to be bad. I need to put all my feeling somewhere. Again, I'm sorry. These can also be poems about depression...
suicide
fake smile
Dried eyes
Scratched wrists
Bruised thighs
White pills
Rope tied
Gun loaded
Suicide
