I command you not to kill yourself; “Don’t.” Because I say so so not today. Not tomorrow. And not ever.
Here’s to this someone who I’d hold dearly in my heart and who would pass away without me; after all I wasn’t cared for enough.
With dirty open wrists dripping, and later stitched into battle scars I never begged for pills. But a clean ass punk gets a foot in and comes back stuffed like there’s no tomorrow.