My world just died.

Don't judge me. You have NO idea what I'm going through.

If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight.

Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse.

Ppl bullied, ppl hated, no one cared, their pain was understated.
“Let us live in pain 2gether. Plz do not die.”
But her friend held up her wrists, the cuts so deep and blak.
she watchd her frend die, and felt her soul crack..

"My Mother never knew another way to die than age, until she found me hanging." -Krete

Some times a person wants Death, Because sometimes, Death wants them

If today should be the day
That I happen to die
Promise me you'll wipe your tears
And hold your head up high
Throw a party in my name
After I take my last breath
And celebrate the life I had
But do not mourn my death

Open your eyes,
why can't you see,
that ever so slowly,
your killing me!

Tears fall, hope dies, we all cry, bleeding souls run dry, and yet we're still here...dying on the inside...