a/n: okay basically if you're just here for the poetry just scroll really far down to a really crappy poem.
if you want to hear the news... keep reading the author's note.
fifty minutes ago, my wonderful friend and wonderful author who goes by the name The Girl There Reading killed herself.
i can't.
i just fucking can't.
this is what comes of this fucked up world.
of society.
of our schools, our people, always hurting and never helping
a few days ago another one of my friends died in a car crash.
this is what happens.
everyone i care about fucking dies.
i can't guys.
i'm so so sorry thria.
that was her name.
thria, i miss you. i wish you hadn't killed yourself. i just can't believe you're gone.
i wish i had been there for you more. i wish i could've been a better friend. i wish i could've helped you.
maybe if i had been there more you wouldn't be gone.
please don't be gone.
this is for you.
please be alive.
please have survived.
i'm so sorry.
.
reyna
.
oh little praetor
just hold on
a little longer
.
can't you see?
please just believe
.
[daughter of war
daughter of blood
wars against herself
takes her own blood]
.
can't they see?
she's falling apart
trying to hold on
trying to be
.
can't find herself
the turmoil of her mind
all alone
the demons make her blind
to her beauty
to her wonder
.
[the brightest angels have the worst demons]
.
oh thria...
i'm so sorry