Paula M. Puddephatt
Confused And Broken - Poem by Paula M. Puddephatt
Can't analyse the type of love I feel
when all I want to do is scream: 'Don't die.'
It's not like Cancer. It just seems unreal -
and, even though, sure, I've been close myself, why
would I want to understand this? Yet, I do -
but won't accept that suicide's okay.
But, if it is, should I go that way, too?
Because you just won't see another way,
and I just can't face living without you.
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