You push me to the water,
but I'm scared to swim.
I don't want to return to that place -
The place that always leaves me on the edge.
The edge of fear.
If I could, I'd kick and scream aggressively like an uneasy child,
just to show my anxiousness.
I never know what the actions will say.
I never know what the voices will do.
Too many eccentricities.
Go 'head and push me in...
I swear I'll drown...
YOU ARE READING
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...
