[A/N: I wrote this poem for my internet friends especially those from twitter and tumblr who suffer from self harm, E.D., depression and/or mental disorders that end up with the thoughts of suicide.]
I might not know why inside your hurting,
but I'll always be here when you need me.
I may not know why apart you're tearing,
but when you enter, you cannot be free.
I don't know what is your feeling inside,
but I knew how it feels like when you've died.
I don't know why you want to commit suicide,
but I promise to you I'll be a guide.
Honestly, I've been there and I've done that.
My story doesn't matter but yours does.
To tell you to stop I don't have the gut,
'cause I knew, I too have once been that lass.
This is a poem from me to my dear you,
'cause I want you to overcome this too.
