I wanted to respect you,
but now I fear you.
You have problems with who I am and what I do, for reasons invisible to me.
Still, you can't say I didn't try to see...
See through the brokenness and filth that covers your little heart.
But that's all over now.
Since you feel that kindness is foreign to me, I refuse to show you, anymore.
Hospitality is wasted upon you.
But, inside, I shiver like the smallest speck of anxiety.
Break down your walls, or else they'll cave in on you.
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...
