If I decide to sit on my front porch and light a cigarette, don't stare at me as if I'm throwing my life away.
Just pass by my body as I release the intimidation through my nostrils.
If you come up to me and question me, you'll return to the outside with a handful of my intimidation.
Leave me alone.
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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...
