Suicide
This program used to be fun
Those adventures excited me
Now it’s just dark and heavy
Heavy on stress and hearts
You have fought like soldiers against each other
Bonded like siblings
Cussed, punched, loved, held
But there’s a line that you have crossed
Who in the hell gave you that right
To say those vile words to her
To plant that idea in her mind
To make her heart ache as it does
In what world do you think it’s okay
To tell someone to go and do that
In what dimension would you say that to a person
Not in this one. Not to my friend.
She’s passionate, but struggling.
She’s abandoned, but not alone.
She’s a person just like you and I
She’s loved.
Why would you say that to her?
