For your poems.
when i heard of your death
i picked up my knife
and cut at my throat
until i saw the light
*
i made a big mess
blood on the floor
smeared little handprints
all over the door
*
i wrote them a note
explaining my pain
said i couldn’t go on
that death was my aim
*
and guess what angel
i did it , just like you
so up in heaven
i’ll see you soon <3
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heres a poem i wrote a few days ago about a friend who took their life . enjoy – xoxo , Li <3