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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