After you left
i got more depressed
After you left
i got more suicidal
After you left
my hands reached for the scissors
for the first time
After you left
they reached for anything sharp
After you left
i want to die
more than i ever did
to see you.
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So i have almost one month until October Fifth. i will be unable to do anything for at least that day, but most likely a few days because that date marks one year since my Aunt Hakilah d~~~. i just cant get the letters out, i honestly cant even say the words. So there will probably be some extra depressing things soon and more things about my death, i swear i wont do anything just in case you are worried (unlikely) but yeah. Just a fair warning. Also that explains this poem.
The above song makes me uglycry
every
single
time
because it is so accurate to my aunt and uncle and now shes gone so i sob whenever i hear it.
YOU ARE READING
Roses Are Dead
Poetryjust me writin' some stuff about the feels. Includes self-harm and other potentially triggering topics Will update when possible, which will not be every day. Sorry!
