Dear She

I call her lioness.
Not because she really is a female lion, but because she makes everybody think she’s okay, when really she’s a lying ass.
How she heads up, chest out, step by step walk you into believing she’s the most willed person known to man
Yet every night cry herself to sleeplessness, like all Satan’s wishes are going to plan
She smiles like it’s all okay. She really is suicidal and needs help.
Words are not enough. This really is not a poem. It’s a story of my friend that wants to kill herself.
I really try to be like a weed to her, get her high and be blunt.
Please don’t die. Sweetheart, I need you. Please don’t.

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