Hey—
Shut the fuck up.
Can we just
Talk?
I'd rather you not.
To put it bluntly,
I hate talking to you.
I know
I know you hate me
But you know
She's broken
Because of us
Her mask…
It gets harder
And harder
To keep on
We need to—
No.
Just stop.
She's broken
Beyond repair
Let's just give up
She'd like that idea
But you wouldn't let her
We aren't having her
Kill herself!
She's made so many friends
She's gotten a partner…
Don't you see?
She'd be missed
For how long?
A day?
Until everyone goes back
To their normal lives?
I think they can handle a funeral
If they even come to it
Don't talk that way
She'll start considering it
If she hasn't already…
Oh she has
Plenty of times
But you always stopped her
From doing anymore
Than think
Please work with me
I don't want to fight anymore
We need to save her
Before it's too late…
It's already too late
I can hear it in your voice
That you know
It's too late
To save her from this hell
It's only gonna get worse
From here.
…
I know.
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Author:
Lu (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is about the two halves in my mind. One desperately trying to stop the other one from making a certain decision. It’s a dialogue poem
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Comments1
Euthanasia a touchy subject that is a moral dilemma with good arguments on both sides. A poignant write
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