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trigger warning: drugs, weapons, & suicidial ideation
think i need help.
my brain hasn’t been the same
since you’ve been gone.
depression fog thickening
as i inhale and exhale
hoping to ease the pain.
think i need help.
your favorite burgundy sweater
and matching timberland boots
have been appearing in all my dreams
confirming everything i’ve concluded
these last few months since your passing.
think i need help.
the pills and therapy haven’t been working
don’t know what else to do
besides smoking these Ls back-to-back
should i call someone?
or should i just end it all?
think i need help.
the suicidal thoughts are creeping in
and drowning out my own voice
i can’t hear my own voice anymore
let me hear my voice again.
think i need help
i might do something i regret
take my knives
take these pills
take my fragile heart
i don’t need them anyways
About the Creator
Maj Forbes
🧚🏽 maj/ange. she/they. sagittarius sun, aquarius moon, & leo ascendant. 21 🧚🏽
"those that don't got it, can't show it. those that got it, can't hide it." - Zora Neale Hurston
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