Wow, that hurt.
That surely, surely hurt.
You know?
The things you said today.
That hurt.
It tore me down.
You didn't have to say that.
Delivering your words in such a manner was such a large pill -
but I stood there and swallowed it.
I swallowed and digested it.
You know I don't like for you to get upset with me, babe...
YOU ARE READING
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...
