If one day you wake up and I’m gone don’t cry, don’t grieve, don’t write paragraphs about how much you loved me because when I was alone in my darkest hours, you weren’t the one that would stay up at night to make sure I was alright, don’t say I was a wonderful girl and wonder how people be so cruel because on some ways, you were the reason I might’ve took my own life away that night.. -TF
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I don’t think anyone on this website really cares about anyone else. They are absorbed in their own problems and black holes.
I think maybe people are seeking some kind of approval or affection that they aren’t finding from friends or family. Is it there and people aren’t seeing it, or they’re rejecting it either consciously or unconsciously?
I know it’s a poem, but still, people are reaching out for more than can be given by others who have also given up on life.
From a literary standpoint, I guess your poem means something to me. People say they care about someone, but really don’t want to put the work in when they have their own shitty lives to sort out. Empty platitudes are everywhere when it comes to life and death.