Two
I struggled
I drank, I cut, I had no will to live
I over came but did the others?
One drinks
He says one more
He says he won’t drive
He says I promise
But everyone lies..
The other hits hard when it comes to her mind
Overthinking all the time
Can’t ever stay focused
No will to live
To both,
I know life is difficult
However, alcohol, pills, cutting
None of this is the answer
As time passes and you’re doing fine
You look down
You see those same marks and scars that have been there for years
It urges you.
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