Poems from oliviah

"What do you want to do?" "What do you want to be?" "Pick right now, at only eighteen." I don't know the answers Maybe I never will I want...
I never thought my sexuality The way I love Would become the center of my world It would be the sun around which I revolve I didn't think...
He doesn't have too many friends Then again, it's a small school None of us have too many friends But he doesn't have too many friends And...
Bones rattling It's just two words Why are they so hard to spit out? Skin dripping Isn't this what you've been wanting? Haven't you wanted...
You cut your wrists To cut your life short You swallow the pills To swallow your fear You stop your breath To stop the pain The cold water...

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