My depression....is bleeding from you,
YOU,
Your my rope, your my knife,Your my pills,
You,
Your the tears that fall,
I tired to hang myself from you,
I slit my wrists with you,
I pop a couple of you,
drown myself it your tears,
You fall down my cheecks,
your unevean like the razor I hold in my hands,
YOU,
Your my suicide!
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I had a poem it was your my Rope but wanted to change it
