Amy Louise Kerswell
Eternal Sleep - Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
Slit and slash wrist.
With a stab and a twist.
Drag it through my empty vains.
Drag it trough my so fragile skin.
We'll never know what might have been.
For everything was un for seen.
One thing I have forever more.
I shall sleep for eternity.
As I drown the pills.
To end my sorrow.
And drag the blade.
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