My poems, the sad reality of my life

A letter about a friend

Hey guys wassup? Sorry I have'nt posted much lately, tbh I'm just lazy, busy and lazy, but now I am going to start postinbg more, as you may or may not know I recently started writting a novel aswell, so please guys go check it out, it's called Mr. Popular, if you check it out it would mean the world to me.

Anyways the next 2 updates are going to be something a little different than usual, the first one  (this one) is a letter, not really to anyone, it's more about someone and it's a bit on suicide and depression. Guys anyone reading this that is suicidal or that has depression e.t.c, just know that there is always someone out there that cares about you as much as i care about the person the letter talks about, and feel free to message me whenever you want, I'm open to talking to pretty much anyone and if you ever need any help, I'll do my best:)

Now, without further adew, a letter about a friend:

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If only she believed me. If only she knew how beautiful she truly is. She can’t give up, she just can’t, and I need her in my life. I need her here with me. She thinks it’s her time but it’s not, I may seem selfish but I just want to keep her down here on earth with me forever, I love her so much. I’m jealous of her beauty. She is so precious, so smart, so amazing, and she will never know how much she changed my life for the better.

 I NEED her to live, to be happy, and to start seeing the beautiful, wonderful, brave, smart, cool, unique, strong, important person that she really is. My love for her is eternal, she brightens my day when she smiles, she thinks that if she keeps everything bottled inside that it will stop hurting me but really it will only hurt more, she needs people to be there for her and that’s what I’m going to do, I’m going to be there for her until the day I die. She makes me happy and sad, but that’s just what I need. She stood by me when times were rough and now it’s my turn.

 Even if she gives up on herself I won’t give up on her, she can call me anything she wants and I will still be there for her, because she is my best friend, my other half, without her I will be lost, sad and that’s why I refuse to give up, if I don’t know for certain that I will see her tomorrow I won’t sleep. That’s it. No promise that I will see her, no sleep for me. She doesn’t realise that she is so important to me; she thinks I’m lying just like the people she used to call her friends. I don’t care if she believes me or not I will continue to encourage her until the day it’s no longer possible. I will call her in the middle of the night just to see if she’s okay; I will run to her house just to know that she will live to see the next day, she is something I love and YOU NEVER GIVE UP ON SOMETHING YOU LOVE.

Every time she takes another blade to her skin I will only become more desperate for help and more determined to find her something, anything that will make it all better.

She has to see that the others, the ones that called here names, the ones that were jerks, the stupid inconsiderate liars that only care about themselves were WRONG, they have to be wrong.

I’m slowly dying on the inside but, not because of her, because I wasn’t there for her sooner, maybe I could have stopped it from getting to the point where I’m scared that I might miss that one message that I need to reply to, I’m scared that she will be alone if I don’t reply, I’m scared that I will lose one of the most important people in my life.

She thinks she wants to die, but really she just wants help. I will be there to provide that help whenever she needs it.