Girl: Am I ready?
Me: For what exactly?
Girl: Is it time yet?
Me: For what exactly?
Girl: Can't it hurry up?
Me: For what exactly?
Girl: Can I now do it?
Me: For what exactly?
Girl: Can't you just give me an answer instead of saying 'For what exactly?'
Me: I will when you tell me what you're asking about.
Girl: Am I ready to die? Is it time to die yet? Can't death hurry up and take me? Can I die now?
Me: 'looking at my phone reading dark poems' Sorry did you say something?
Girl: 'Takes pills and never wake up'
Me:... What exactly did I just do?!
Hello again readers. Let me tell you something if you don't already know by now. Most of the books on my reading list and library are dark poems and quotes. So I wanted to try it out for myself. I also wanted there to be a lesson in this chapter. The lesson was, if you had a friend, family member, or anyone that you know that is trying or is telling you that they need help to overcome a problem. Don't just say you are listening when your looking at a phone, laptop, iPad, book, or anything that catches your attention. They should be the ones that catches your attention. And when you pay attention to them, keep your trap shut and your ears wide open. Cause the happiest person you know could be dying on the inside. And they may be thinking of death a little to much for it to be healthy.
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Dry tears'poems
PoetryThis are poems that I try creating and there is a (most) likely chance that they suck. They can be confusing, sad or just plain stupid. It really just counts what mood I'm in, or what type of style that I want to make the poem. Warming: there is a...
