I'm cracking up
Flitting on the sides of trust
Do I?
Don't I?
I can swear blind I trust him
I can sweat blind I love him
Can I?
Can't I?
I need help
But I won't bother him
Should I?
Shouldn't I?
What to do, what to do
Picking up the blade, it touches my wrist
Will I?
Won't I?
I resist the urge...
...But only for now...
...The temptation is over-whelming, too powerful for little me.
The feeling of hurt, pain, no worth...
Too much for little me.
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My Poems
My poems or short stories, will be different than any other. Maybe more horror, I don't know, what do you think? Comment. Don't Steal. Don't Copy.
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