Poems from s u n f l o w e r

I was grown from a broken farm Police cars and car alarms Bloody arms And self harm Yet through it all I kept my charm I've never once...
 you can’t breathe What do you do? Do you heave? Scream? Believe That as you lay there all alone Someone will come running? But I’m not...
I just want to get better But here I sit as I write this letter Considering whether Or not I should take my life Grab a knife Slit twice It...
My grief is not your game Do not speak on her name My mind hasn't been the same Since her life ended Another relationship I never mended...
in my dreams, i never weep im happy to be alive a future i can see thats when i face the harsh reality its just dream one that i cant reach...

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