When my body's hanging
You'll regret you're banging
When you broke the wall and floor
While I cried behind my door
I can't find anymore ways to cope
So I'll reach over for the rope
I didn't even have to tell you a lie
You didn't even say goodbye
I dry my eyes and let my feet fall,
You must regret breaking my wall.
A/N
Kinda shit but oh well
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
