Toxic Infatuation
You're happy?
Then I'm crying
Cause your high,
Is me dying inside
You are the blade
Ripping open my thigh
My tears of crimson blood
Ask for your forgiveness
How can I fix this?
There goes my wrists
My arteries split
Her scars reminding her of how she once numbed the pain
Making it harder to continue to refrain
For no matter how hard she tried, she still felt the same
Above are 2 poems I wrote when I wanted to end my life, but I am slowly overcoming this pain. If anyone out there has or does feel this way, I am reaching out to you. It's not to late to be strong. Now or never is a false statement. It is never too late.
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