didn't think a year could hurt so bad



/ easy

bar napkin poetry

Godamn suicide is hard.
My sights are on her
But her thoughts are absent of me.
Fuck, suicide is easy.
Her smile allows me to wake
And mine is not seen.
I wouldn't know how soft her skin is
And she wouldn't know how much my heart bleeds.

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