I love the rush of the cut As i let the blood gush Red wrists and fists I feel real pissed

My poem: Last Breath

My emotions are turning into one big jumbleSuicide, maybe then I could rest and be humble.All it would take is one deep slice to the wrist,Everything in this world makes me so fucking pissed.If it’s not one thing it’s anotherOne more thing and I’ll say, “Fuck it, why bother?”I always thought I was a good… Continue reading My poem: Last Breath