An emulation of the song Drunken Sailor by the Irish Rovers

But I can only hold back the tears... so many times

⚠️Trigger Warning: the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicide and death⚠️

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicidal ideation⚠️

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poems contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm⚠️

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicide and self-harm⚠️

The fire in my soul has started to die.

I have never been one to eat my words

Trial iii: Purple By: The Mad Poetess

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicidal ideation and self harm⚠️

My secret?

(how can I bury a weapon when it is still embedded in my spine?)

By: The Mad Poetess

By: The Mad Poetess

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicidal ideation⚠️

Hey, Remember that time

“I used to be depressed like you--only it was way worse.”

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to substance abuse⚠️

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to substance abuse⚠️

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poem contains subject matter pertaining to substance abuse⚠️