I worry for you,
When you don't turn up to school.
What if you did it?
I need to have faith,
Because you're getting better.
I'm still terrified.
I know you're alright,
But will you be tomorrow?
Will you be alive?
A few months to love,
You told us when you returned,
Only for a day.
Heart problems they say.
Suppose it brings you a step closer,
To what you wanted.
Nothing comes to mind,
When I think about all this.
My brain is empty.
Should I say goodbye?
Or save the word for later?
I'll say it now, then.
Bye?
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Paracosmic Kalopsia
Randoma detailed, imaginary world that is thought to be more beautiful than it really is. -poems and prose and short stories TW: mentions of suicide/self harm/violence. Please be cautious.
