poetry ;; typical_writers

you need to stop "dying". | edited

I saved you from ending your life.

Then right as you were getting better, the devil took your soul, unwantingly.

You didn't want to die,

But yet life is never a choice.

So now your in the hospital, and I have no way to get to you.

I know I maybe should've tried harder to make you happy while you were here, and I want to cry because of that.

I know you were sad most of the time, and it wasn't ever your fault.

But don't be sad anymore.

You got your wish, so be careful what you wish for next time.