This is a poem about when I was battling with suicidal thoughts, I promise it will get better.
Everyday I make it out alive
It feels like an uphill battle
I’m scared that it will get to me
Yet it barters me with how much I deserve it
Barters me with how I’m a pussy
Or how I’m faking it when I’m trying to *trigger warning*
strangle myself
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