You never realize how alone you are,
until you go out -
out into the world.
As you walk,
you see other bodies,
glued together with a bond -
a friendship bond that can never be broken.
People in this world make it seem like
friendships and acceptance are
the easiest thing to attract;
but it's simply hard.
You want it,
but you just can't seem to get it.
Maybe, it's not hard for them.
Maybe, it's just hard on you.
Society decided that she didn't like you,
so she turned some of her string puppets against you.
"I'm not really that bad," you think.
"Maybe I am..."
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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...
