sometimes I wish I would've never
threw the pills up.
i wish I would've had the guts to
die in front of my mother
sometimes I wish I could bring
myself to try again
to see if it's really meant to happen
or not.
: suicide
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w i t h e r e d • my poems
Poezielike a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my stem drawing the life out of me as my petals fall off and all my dreams are snatche...
