Tears fall down my face as i write a letter to my so called friends about how the treated me like sh*t and how they would not believe my pain or listen to me when i needed them to i take a knife and cut my wrists watching as my blood pours to the floor waiting to die waiting to be free from the pain
I hope ya'll like this one this one is a more darker poem than what i usually do i thought i try and see what ya'll think
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all your poems that i have read, i feel the pain, most likely not the reasons, but i have been betrayed and still struggles to trust anyone. i too struggle through great pain and reading your poems.. i have to say i liked your other poems, not as dark. hope you get through your pain