God, I hate this. Seriously, fuck bipolar, fuck depression, fuck suicide, fuck death, fuck everything that hurts my friends. I originally posted this here. Readers, writers, please stay with me. I need you more than you understand. You are SO important, you are SO significant, I love your words and more importantly as much as I hate the world and everything that sucks about it, I love you all more than I will ever say. I have to hate everyone to maintain my mask, but the truth is, I only hate the people who hurt me and my friends without any reasons except the selfishness it takes to hurt someone and the glee of the hellish power rush it seems to give the ass holes who mistreat other people. So if you’re one of those, or if you have one of those spirits, fuck you and that spirit too.
This is my tribute to a fallen warrior princess. She captured my heart with her spirit, with her words. I love her. I wish I could have said this in a better way. But it’s hard to write when I’m sobbing. Fuck, here I go again. Fuck! I wish so much that we weren’t broken.
Having never met, still I love her soul,
My suffering took a lesser toll,
Now grief forces me to walk alone
Gripping my hand, it won’t let go
I wish I could have made her laugh
One more time, lighting her darkened path
Laughing, with that beautiful tone
Then turning, and,
Deciding to stay one more day
There really is nothing more to say
Like all friendships I think my own
Fleeting as sand,
And yet somehow, it’s forever
There were no magic words for her
To make her well, no prayer to pray
Sun sets, ending another day
Now grief leaves me to cry alone
Gripping my heart, it won’t let go.