To Biscuit of Death..

My fingers tremble, knowing you’re planning on suicide.

My thoughts race, hoping there is something that I could say to change your mind.

My heart aches, though, we didn’t know each other.. It doesn’t matter, I care for you.

Everyone loves you on this site, and you making this choice shreds our hearts to pieces.

But not specifically knowing when you’re planning on going, is driving me mad, or the more.

I wish we could change your mind.

I wish you would stay.

I wish this wasn’t your choice.

I wish you can be ok.

Though it’s a wish, one that only you can make come true.

So, with all my love, and with all my heart.

Please, oh please.. Do not go.

Not that great of a poem, but the must important thing if that we love you, and please, please, please, do not go.