Here I stand, with a blade in hand. One rope that's long, knowing I'm wrong. Drinking pills, to pay my bills. A belt to clog my blood stream, listen to me as I scream. Head under water, don't save me; don't even bother. A bullet through my skin, conveying my biggest sin. Let the grief session begin!
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
