Suicide wrist, by Abii
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Mom witnessed her girl trying to cut her life away
& from the pain just run away.
Metal staples rest on her wrist,
to keep the rest from seeing in.
So hard to move her fragile wrist.
It’s not a joke, can they not see?
So sad to see her fcked up wrist!
Forever scarred by the attempt.
Clear attempt to die by suicide.
Oh, she’s not dead, she’s happy now.
She is not dead, Suicide failed.
Right Now she lives by her true self
& PUREST LOVE among them all!
She’s being helped to ESCAPE her hell.
Oh, don’t you know it’s NOT “her head?!"
she felt the hurt to cut again
that pitch dark oh lonely night.
She is not dead she is ALIVE!
She is NOT dead she is ALIVE!
No need to cry or want to die,
‘cuz at the end there’s the sunshine
bringing back hope, bringing back life!
NO NEED TO DIE BY SUICIDE
-De Ulrick (Abii)
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Posted: 2019-09-24 05:45:20 UTC |
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