my hands clench, sweat on my forehead, the musky smell, i will never get used to it.
this isn't what i have chosen.
it chose me
so now
i
will chose my fate
my heart beats faster as i hear it.
i am certain, i will die soon.
and i feel it.
the guilt .
of my selfishness.
of all the people i hurt.
maybe i deserve this pain
but that doesn't mean i have to feel it
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Poetryread and find out :) also trigger warning this book deals with suicide, self harm, and abuse. read at your own risk. this book is a short, short story about a person dealing with depression, and other mental illnesses. you can really take it any w...
