Slits On My Wrists Poem by Elycia_Medina15 Medina
Slits On My Wrists
Slits on my wrist, they hurt like an ich, what am I supposed to do when that's the only feeling I get?
Ive downed some whiskey, smoked some pot, even went as far as becoming a slut,
Nothing ever worked for me
Slits on my wrist they hurt like an ich.
Thursday, May 16, 2024
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2/23/2026 2:18:00 PM # 1.0.0
"Nothing ever works for me".. so melancholic… feeling of desperation.. almost ‘giving up! ? 15 is not the age to give up.. it is the age you start to live.. do write more and share