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May 2015
She took my hand and escorted me to this cliff
Drawn by the words I loved you and I wish you were here
She was the late night whispers in my ear
But just before he words held value she disappeared
She wanted me to die for her
Loving her was like cutting my veins
The bleeding constant like a stream
She clutched an empty pill bottle
Drowning me in water hoping I OD
Often she was there when I was sleep
With a pillow glued to her hands
I want you bad It's suffocating
Like a plastic bag
She introduced me to misery and we became close friends
But love always stuck by my side
Poking me in the back with a stick
Hoping I'd fall off the cliff
And even though she tries to **** me
Her failed suicidal attempts keep me
Written by
devante moore  24/M
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