You don't know the true meaning of suicide
until you're picking your friend up off the floor
shoving his fingers down his throat
and making him puke up every pill he took.
Until you're crying and trying to keep him awake,
Asking over and over;
"why?"
"Why did you do it?!"
Screaming;
"You promised you wouldn't leave me!"
"You said you'd always be here!"
And the only response you get is,
"I'm tired."
•breaking casey•
*todays events*
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Nothing Personal Dear
PoesíaWelcome to the depth of my mind Forgive me if you peak inside. Just my thoughts and poems while I'm fighting writers block and this thing called life. Enjoy.
