I sit here, crying. Tears stream down my face.
Honey, don’t think that your life is a waste.
I’m writing this poem, that I hope won’t come true.
You are just like my family, you know I love you.
I have very few, but you’re one of my friends.
It is never worth it, to make your life end.
Lean your head on my shoulder and just let yourself cry.
You don’t have to act happy, if you know it’s a lie.
But your life isn’t over, you still have me. And
If I’m the only one, I still won’t let you be
I’ll cry and I’ll sob, until my eyes are all dry.
If you even consider, letting yourself die.

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