The roof, of my world, is slowly caving, caving in around me. It has been for years, but all of this, this stress,
this pain,
is too much. Too much for me to handle. can you please, just leave me here to die? Help me, you're the one, who gets to decide, my fate in this life. Save. Me. So before I c**k this gun, pull the trigger, and end my life, will you please, tell me the fate you have decided for me?
I can't tell if these feelings are true. I should hope not from one so young. Strife is no stranger to man, but the fight is worth it. Life is the most beautiful thing we have. No one should ever decide someone else's future. "Our choices are what make man great, his ladder to the stars." Still, you cannot be reprimanded for displaying your emotions in writing form; that is what poetry is for, and for this I commend you. Continue in writing.
I can't tell if these feelings are true. I should hope not from one so young. Strife is no stranger to man, but the fight is worth it. Life is the most beautiful thing we have. No one should ever decide someone else's future. "Our choices are what make man great, his ladder to the stars." Still, you cannot be reprimanded for displaying your emotions in writing form; that is what poetry is for, and for this I commend you. Continue in writing.
I love this! Even though its sad and kind of scary, it gives the depth and shows the author's pain and begging, and asking the reader for their fate. Very cool.
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