Dead Poets Still Save Me
I see the same words
Over and over
Bleeding hearts
Desperate for attention
Slit wrists
Wannabe misfits
Trying to paint pain as poetry
Shallow insincerity
I write to release
But I read to escape
Returning to dead poets
Who had to work to be read.
Natasha Head
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