I have no right to tell you what to do
You're allowed to make your own decisions
Whether to live, or not.

I know that living doesn't make you happy
But I'm not sure that death will either
I just don't want you doing something you'll regret.

There are people who love you
People who will be crushed once you're gone
Torn to shreds by the memories of you and how you once were.

You need to love yourself, and I don't know if you do.

This battle that your being consumed by will not be gone
When you swallow a bottle of pills,
or slice your wrists,
or tie a noose around your neck.

Nothing about this act is beautiful
There is no romanticism in what you're thinking.

I wish it was easy.
That I could tell you to control your demons
And they'd be gone.

But it isn't.

I don't want to lose you in such a manner.
Especially, that I knew how bad things were
And I couldn't do anything to help.
My mind and heart are racing, in a perpetual whirlwind
Trying to think of the answer, the solution.
Something has to cure this disease.
There has to be something to save you.
Because I don't know how the world will function without you.

I'm tired of losing the people I love.