In sickness and in health,
In poorness or in wealth,
Is love what you even felt?
Or did you get the wrong hand that was dealt?
Do you feel better now in a bed?
You fucked me up mentally in the head,
Said you loved me now you look dead,
I would love you if you never tried killing yourself with led,
Now I'm feeling like my life was thrown in hell,
how could've I prevented your death when you fell?
People talk about suicide like it's a joke,
I'm here to say it's not a joke,
Losing a friend to evil is not something that can be provoked,
Losing everything good about them is like erasing their notes,
And putting themselves in the category of no hope.
This is the story of a man who told me to spread the word,
And now I'm carrying he message of life like a letter on a bird....
—— please don't do anything harsh, people love you and it's not the answer.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
