𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈?
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆?
𝑻𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓
𝑰𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒑𝒚
𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓
𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉
𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒔,
𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉?
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆
𝑨 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆
𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆
𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆
𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒚?
𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔,
𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘
𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏
𝑰𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆
𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈,𝑰'𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐
𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏,
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒘
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆,
𝑰 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅
𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏,
𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅
𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆
𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆?
𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅
𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆
𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 "𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉"
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 "𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆"
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Poesía𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. (Poems) Notice: This contains themes of sorrows, pain, death and suicides, if you aren't comfortable with it, please don't report, I've already warned you.
