Would I have the courage to slice and dice my wrists? Would I have the courage to really end all this? Suicide is on my mind almost all of the time. Everything seems to stress me out Nobody knows what I'm really about Making so many plans towards my future but in my head I ask will I even be here? Such a screw up in this world Tired of being just the little girl I fuck almost anything thats good with my bad moods and attitude Emotionally unbalanced that'd be me Living in my world of misery Feeling not worth anyones time Feeling as if I am so blind.
Reason for writing:
Okay I wrote this the other day and left it in school...so I tried to remember but only could remember the beginning it has the same beginning as my last poem...so just consider this a extra one.
Birth sign: Pisces
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