Warning: This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.
Have you ever slit your wrists
just to see the blood flow,
to let you know that you are alive?
Have you ever popped the pills,
hopping you wont wake in the
morning?
Have you ever gone to bed with someone
you knew would try and kill you while you slept,
hoping he would?
Have you ever stuck the needle in
and prayed to God that this batch
would kill you?
Have you ever taken
the whole bottle of morphine
just to drink the liquid charchole at the hospital?
Have you ever cursed the ones that come in and save you?
Have you ever given your heart to someone with the promise
that they will cherish it,
just to have them kill it?
Have you sat there and let them do it,
wishing that you really would die,
and not just go on,
empty on the inside?
I have.
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