I walked in a cementary today and a boy came up to me and asked me, 'Are you visiting someone?' Without thinking I said 'No.' He looked at me confused. I continued 'I'm not visiting anyone, I'm here to convince myself that I am loved and people will cry when I kill myself and they will miss me. I'm trying to convince myself that suicide isn't an option.' The boy looked me in the eyes and say that i was serious, he took a step forward, hugged me thight, and told me, 'You matter, believe me.'
And today I can call him my husband, he saved my life today and every day after that.
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PoetryTHIS IS A BOOK FULL OF POETRY I WRITE. THESE ARE MY PURE EMOTIONS. TRIGGER WARNING (suïcide, depression, death, love, pain, childhood trauma, trauma, father issues...)
