No
Drip, Drip
The sound of blood from my wrists
Drip, Drip
The tears falling from my chin
No, No
The thoughts that course through my mind
No, No
There is a family that loves me
No, No
Someone has to care
No, No
This day, this breath will not be my last
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Isabella Perkins
Hello! I am Isabella but just call me Izzy. I have never been very good at writing poems but I hope to get better and I hope you all like what write. I am in to drawing, music(mostly Kpop), and writing. I hope to go to South Korea and teach english there.
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