The Book Of My Heart

I wish...

A/N:

         Before we begin, allow me to say, I see any hate for these people, I will not hesitate to blow up and tell you a thing or two. Probably won't care, but anyway.

 Also, this isn't really a poem, it's just one of my thought processes.

                                 Enjoy if you can.

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I would handle this better if I was watching someone play a game about this on YouTube.

I mean, yeah, it hurts, but I know it's not real.

This.....

This is real life.

And it's so horrible to know that no matter what....

They are never coming back.

This is why I lock myself away from the world.

I know how horrible it is.

And that's why I love Cry's quote so much.

"I'm afraid of reality. Not monsters, not ghosts, not impossibilities.

I'm afraid of the world in all it's honest terrors."

And our terrors consist of the people that made them feel so horrible, that they turned to their last resort.

Those people suck.

And all we can do is just wish for them-all of them, every single one who has committed suicide- to come back.

And it sucks.

But hey, Life's a bitch.

Can't change that, no matter how hard you try.