Apparently,
Telling a friend how you're doing
And what you're struggling with
Is a shitty thing to do.
Makes you a bad person.
So when I want to hurt myself,
Cut myself,
Overdose,
I have to stay quiet
And keep it in my head.
To keep you happy,
And doing well,
I'll sacrifice myself
To be a "good friend"
And help you get better
While I get worse.
So when I attempt again
And end up back in the hospital
Or, ideally,
Dead,
Don't come running
To my side
Or to my grave
To apologize,
Because I will never
Want to hear it.
But for now,
As my world gets darker,
Don't worry -
For it will appear to you
ThatI'm :) So :) Happy
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After Death
PoetryAfter one piece of you dies, what becomes of the rest? (Sequel to "Torched.")