A handful of pills to calm the depression down
In the other hand there's a razor blade
That does the job better than the pills
I thought I was stronger than what I am
I'm always giving in to self mutilation
I can drink all this alcohol
But it only verifies the pain presences
The holes in my skin are so deep
But not deep enough to kill me yet
The best creativity can come from pain, keep going and keep trying. Suffering is temporary even when you can't see the end x
Thank's Anya and I'll try.
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Hugh
Mon 21st May 2018 20:16
Killing time writing this poetic quality and sharing it will keep you alive,an excellent poem full of feeling.Keep writing you have a talent.