Stop.
Stop crying.
Your squealing is murder to my eardrums.
My tolerance has turned into nothing, with you.
I can't take this.
I can't be stuck for the rest of my life
dealing with something that has
worsened over time.
I wish you had somewhat of an understanding
just so you can stop the noise.
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...
