Go!
Gotta find something to do.
Blast my eardrums with music.
Write something.
Watch the fantasies that I wish to claim.
Don't lay down and close your eyes.
You know you'll wake up, again.
Your mind will pull you down.
Your thoughts will trap you.
Melancholy will kick you in your stomach -
you know it will.
Go, now.
You only have a handful of little things to do.
Don't do them consecutively,
or else you'll run out of entertainment
before the day is over.
I have to do something to keep from
falling into my head's madness.
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Dear Suicide...
Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
