Fake smile
Dried eyes
Scratched wrists
Bruised thighs
White pills
Rope tried
Gun loaded
Suicide....
YOU ARE READING
the suicide mind
Poetry"and you left me with bad habits like cracking my knuckles and wearing your sweater because the smell of you still lingers. you left me chewing at the skin of my skin on my lips because maybe just maybe if it's gone the taste of you will be too, but...
Suicide
Fake smile
Dried eyes
Scratched wrists
Bruised thighs
White pills
Rope tried
Gun loaded
Suicide....
