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She's not suicidal
You think i can never be depresed,
You think all my days are sunny and bright.
Well, i have news for you,
your dead wrong.
This choker i wear isn't for its beauty.
I wear it for the slight pressure on my neck.
It reminds me of the rope in my closet,
of the constant fight not to use it.
These bracelets aren't to tell you how i feel,
they're on my arms for the feeling they leave on my skin.
They remind me of the knife on my nightstand,
of my reasuring myself that i don't need it.
So you're finally starting to clue in.
What tipped you off?
The obvious scars on my arms?
The reddish brusies on my neck?
Or was it the fact that i told you cutting and strangling releaves stress?
i bet thats not why you know.
i bet you know because now i'm dead.
She's not suicidal
This is my first poem so i hope you like it! P.S. This does not mean that I am suicidal.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
