Poems from airwascold
In my moment of weakness, I wanted to die.
I wanted to stop feeling the pain.
I wanted to stop the negative voices in my head.
The voices...
Sometimes I think about who would miss me
if I died tomorrow. Sometimes I wonder if people
would cry or even know who I was and
what I...
She hated herself for what she’d become:
all alone with no one to talk to.
She didn’t know why
no one liked her. She couldn’t
understand...