It may hurt but do not fear
The one who's hurt the most is here
The one who hung from his noose in shame
Whose broken neck was his own to blame
He who watched the children cry
He who never asked them why
But now he sees them every day
And he asks why they are that way
Too kind too precious to pretend
They don't want their lives to end
He wonders why they feel that way
And why he sees them every day
You are far too loved to ignore
Exactly what you're living for
so I whisper close and whisper dear
"my lovely girl, please do not fear,
for now I'll steal your sense of dread
by saying no one wants you dead."
was like
smex
to my eyes
and brain
it was amazing ;w;
----POETRY AMAZINGNESS
oh and