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.

Don't judge me. You have NO idea what I'm going through.

All of us need to die
with or without saying goodbye.

My world just died.

Through death is the only way I can see you again. I am not OK without you here.

In stories of suicide, I’m no sure who plans harder, the one intending to die, or the one who has to survive their loved one’s death.

As the flame of life flickers in the breeze,
And the battery in our watch dies and causes time to freeze, I say to you as only a sailor can... My soul is sailing away, finally set free

They say blood is thicker than water
Without water blood thickens
Clots
You're blood
Is more likely to kill you
Then Water.

The plan wasn’t to live past 25 everything else I experience….is a blessing for me
I could die young and live forever, or die old and be forgotten.