Suicide Receipt
This is what suicide feels like
With the pills in my body and
A broken heart
I know why he had to get away
And I understand it, well,
No
Make him come back
Make him stay
The IV in my wrist
To make my decision go away
Maybe I'm not strong enough
To see it through
Just a temporary high
And he's gone
With my fake suicide
poem by Lindsay King
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