A/n: Hey beautiful people before you start reading I would like to make known that chapter is kinda of an awareness thing. I'm not really good at explanations but I hope my poem makes up for what this is about...
A comfy bed
An empty room
A locked door
A bottle of pills
A note
A sharp razor
And a lost soul
The perfect ingredients to make this a tragic disaster.
Society is a brutal place for a fragile heart
The mind easily influenced by poisonous venom
A black hole called loneliness
Words like bullets hitting every target,
but not everyone is armoured with bulletproof vests.
All those words and actions slashing daggers deeper into the chest
Oh the world...
The cruel cold hearted world always judging and persecuting anything that is weak
It is the only one to blame for these three merciless words
"Go kill yourself."
If only someone or something could have noticed
how much pain and suffering was inflicted
and said- "I care. Don't go, I still need you!"
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Well, I just wanted you guys know, when ever you feel lost or alone remember that
"Your not alone, you matter! Some people care and love you!"
And that's all that matters...
