Snuff

When these thoughts pound in my head. 

I feel like what small flame I have. 

Will blow out. 

I don't know how easy it is. 

To tell when I'm ready to give up. 

Or when I want to cut up my arms.

Am I really that good at hiding it? 

Because I'm fading out. 

And I don't have the strength to reach to you anymore my dear. 

So... 

Would you be willing to fight a little harder? 

To keep me breathing? 

No, 

I don't think so... 

Author's Note

Don't take this personally baby... I was just expressing some feelings...
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