My one demon happened to be you
As you said that hating yourself is what others loved
You marked your wrist in hopes they stopped
But then they toppled right back on top
I wondered,
Do I really care for what you do?
If your life was just as precious as my sanity
When I saw your face buried in your pillows
When we visited from home
I didn't know if you felt guilt or shame
You didn't succeed in leaving us
And that's the one true mistake you made
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YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
