You've chosen not to speak?
Fine.
All I did was try and be the best that I could be.
To you, my abilities are only designed to take a number and wait in the long line of potential -
the one that eventually gets stomped on and trashed by the world.
I was never anything special to you.
I was just a useless cloth of existence
that should be forced to follow Society's
ugly rules.
To you, I never will gain the knowledge that Society says I need to survive in this life.
You think I'll never figure it out.
I refuse to swallow your game that a player can only lose at.
You've still chosen not to speak?
Fine -
but I think you need a strong dose of life medicine.
Maybe that'll heal you of your unwell senses,
and release the goodness cells into your emotions.
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...
