I'd rather my nothings be sweet and temporarily fulfilling, than to welcome the mornings with an empty and sour heart.
I'd rather go round and round in a circle with you instead of standing in the circle by myself.
I'd rather you drop me hard on the ground, and pick up the remaining pieces of me whenever you felt like glancing at me again.
I'd rather be a toy to you than to be no one (to you) at all.
I'd rather you viciously slice me with words that hurt than to never speak to me again.
I would rather say and do what pleases you... Just to keep you.
I'd rather go through this fire than to lose you and be all alone.
Some may think I'm crazy, but if you've ever been alone, you know what I'm saying...
Loneliness hurts too much.
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Dear Suicide...
Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
