May 2018
I was killing myself from the inside
Once it overflowed to the surface
It bled through my wrists
I had told my body to hate itself
So it tried to drain itself
Once it overflowed to the surface
It bled through my wrists
I had told my body to hate itself
So it tried to drain itself
Notes
(24/F/in the ocean)
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