Dimitra Capelton Poems
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Every time I draw a heart,
I feel like mine is being torn apart.
I may laugh and I may smile,
But that’s mostly because I’m in denial.
I might as well be drawing a knife,
One that I can use to end my life.
I often pretend to put a gun to my head,
But if I actually had a gun, I’d probably be dead.
I’m just sick and tired of it all,
I should find a cliff to jump off of and fall.
Because even if I meet my doom,
Life will go on and spring flowers will bloom.
So next time you see me draw a heart,
It’s mostly because mine is being...