Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse.

If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight.

Why should I care? If I am already dying...

You gave me ultimatums. I give myself death little by little.

"It's not the fact that I know am dying that
worries me, it's how bad people handle the
new as if they're the ones dying."

My afterlife matters most than my life at the moment.

What if the problem isn't so temporary n the solution looks more peaceful with each tear you shed and every knife they stick in you?

Oh Dear God one request either change or take me with you.
God please call me with u.
I really don't want to live like this.
Please help me god.
or give me death.
fed up

On rare occasions when we find ourselves looking into the eyes of death himself, only then destiny may show you glimpses of the things she has written in the stars.

The only thing life does is deprive us of death.