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Anyone could have told you she was under pressure Not neccessarily that she wasn't handling it well, she seemed fine Decisions were made when no one was looking Now, I only drove by her funeral because the crowd was so large Only friends and family sat in the front seats, people were standing on the sidewalk outside of the church Winter was setting in Yesterday, I walked home with her Opaque and careless, and Utterly ignorant. I'm sure she wanted it that way Decades later, no one will remember her. If she's lucky, she'll become a statistic Oxygen stolen and plant food then Not that she doesn't matter to us now, just ' That she won't then Had only I known All the time I spent with her, even the Ventalation is asking why I didn't help her Even the air whipping around my head as I can't sleep Tomorrow, she won't be coming back to classes, but Onward we must go Before, I thought she had given up. It's Easier to be angry than to realize that she just let go, and it was her choice, as painful as it was for us. If you're one of those saying, Goodbye, Only I'm actually going to do it Only for real this time... Don't.
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
Don't say Goodbye
Anyone could have told you she was under pressure Not neccessarily that she wasn't handling it well, she seemed fine Decisions were made when no one was looking Now, I only drove by her funeral because the crowd was so large Only friends and family sat in the front seats, people were standing on the sidewalk outside of the church Winter was setting in Yesterday, I walked home with her Opaque and careless, and Utterly ignorant. I'm sure she wanted it that way Decades later, no one will remember her. If she's lucky, she'll become a statistic Oxygen stolen and plant food then Not that she doesn't matter to us now, just ' That she won't then Had only I known All the time I spent with her, even the Ventalation is asking why I didn't help her Even the air whipping around my head as I can't sleep Tomorrow, she won't be coming back to classes, but Onward we must go Before, I thought she had given up. It's Easier to be angry than to realize that she just let go, and it was her choice, as painful as it was for us. If you're one of those saying, Goodbye, Only I'm actually going to do it Only for real this time... Don't.
"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." -John Stienbeck, "East of Eden" You can't just go.
#npmacrostic#suicide#depression#sad
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
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