Continuing my self destruction
the hate of lifes construction
the aid of suicidal thought
helps my life as it rots
the presence of your love
protects me like a glove
so i cant end my life
by the strike of a knife
your thoughts in my head
stops me before i end
my hearts in your hand
protected, but so bland
save me now
or it will all end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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