I'm done.
I can't do this anymore.
May 13th.
That will be the date that I become a star.
A star so I can watch over others like me.
So I can keep them safe.
I already have the pills underneath my bed.
May 13th.
The day I will be gone.
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Author:
RainningHearts (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
My dear, it's a beautiful poem, but please don't follow through! Please realize that you are already a star, you are a beautifully unique diamond that sparkles and you are perfect in your own way. May 13th is not the day to commit suicide, no day is. It's not okay right now, but I promise you it will get better eventually.
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