Warning - Triggering themes, scroll down to see the poem, 15 plus advised in AUS or 18 plus in USA and not easily sensitive.
self inflicted wounds, suicide themes.

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Mother,  I stopped my attempts
banging my head,
against in the sink
in the laundry,
its built for anything.
You cradled me,
after my last attempt,
I don't wish to live......

No red flows ever glows,
and dark is all I'll ever see
No ***** Wonka flows
to a land I wished between
I scream silently as I holler.

Heaven's as dark as the blackest angels,
I wish upon my dead feet swollen sandals,
Bloom is the whole of the glass of empty
Shard sharp soles and I wish to end this.