Give me a ribbon.
A blue ribbon for being the most incompatible person to ever live.
I tried to be a better daughter.
A better sibling.
It just didn't work.
I wish they understood.
If I could stop the uncontrollable mess-ups, I would.
I try my best to abstain them.
I can't make anyone proud of me.
I can't make anyone happy.
I can't even make myself happy.
I wish I was someone new.
I wish I was detached.
Things would be better if I were out of the equation.
I just need to leave.
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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...
