i
;
tiny little pieces
of someone
who used to be
;
can't be mended
too broken to fix
;
little tiny pieces
of ashes ashes
we all fall down
;
put me back together
if you can
cause you can't
;
broken on the ground
to write love on their arms
falling down down down
no sense of alarm
;
glimpses of times
old visions long
passed by
;
tiny bits and pieces
of flashing memories
;
one by one
passing before
my stinging eyes
;
breaking me
falling apart
something that could be
;
broken on the ground
to write love on their arms
falling down down down
no sense of alarm
;
darling little eyes
ain't no spark of light
no tiny bit of life
;
bring me back to life
begging for someone to fix me
;
please just a little tight
something to
hold on to tight
;
without any glue
to hold me together
so i'm just stuck in blue
;
broken on the ground
to write love on their arms
falling down down down
no sense of alarm
;
finally a spark of light
a crack shining
ever so bright
;
give me some hope
maybe i'll untie the rope
;
brighter light grows
farther the storms go
into the distance
;
different days
different ways
happier less storms in my way
;
and now there's no night
it's all bright
maybe sometimes there's
still clouds in the sky
but i'm here to fight them away
;
broken on the ground
to write love on their arms
falling down down down
no sense of alarm
;
a/n; didn't really have anything prepared so i just wrote some bad poetry. maybe a better one later idk
In honor of all those who have committed suicide, filled with too much pain to go on.
Please, if you feel this way, I get that you're scared to talk to someone, anyone, but having someone you trust, someone who will listen, someone to talk to... it's so helpful. It can save your life; seriously, it happened to me. But I'm always here for you. Even if I may not know you and you might not know me, I'm still always here for you no matter what.
Just know that, and don't give up, AMAZING peeps ;D
Love love love ? ﾟﾒﾞ?
Remember the semicolon when you're feeling down, and push away the period you want to write.
(And I just wanted to note the fact that about three weeks ago, Thria, with the pen name Da Girl There Reading, committed suicide. I've already told this news but it should be said again today. In honor of her, and all those others who have been lost to suicide, a moment of silence please.
She was an amazing friend and an amazing friend who helped me and others through so much. She didn't deserve to die, but she thought she did. Let this be a message to anyone who feels like they deserve to die and that no one loves them—you are loved, and you don't deserve to die. Even if that's how you feel. It's not true. And if it is, then you're like some sort of criminal mass murderer that's killed thousands of people.
Which I somehow don't think anybody reading this is because this is a freaking writing website, people.)