Stick your fingers down your throat,
Make yourself throw up,
Voices in your head float,
We're all a little messed up.
Slit your wrists way too deep,
Take all of those drugs,
Look at your blood seep,
While the pain in your stomach tugs.
Burn away all of your skin,
Beat your head against the wall,
Don't ever try to win,
Because you'll always fall.
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Words for Suicide #Wattys2017
PoetryEven if you are blind, The feelings inside that you will find, Will unravel and unwind, And you'll see that life isn't very kind. *Book II to "Words for Nothing" *A CeCeRariProduction
