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.

My world just died.

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

Death ends a life, not a relationship

"Suicide is just the last cry For help that can't be answered..."

Vita brevis breviter in brevi finietur, Mors venit velociter quae neminem veretur, Omnia mors perimit et nulli miseretur.

Life is short, and shortly it ends. Death comes quickly. It respects no one, and destroys everything, taking pity on no one.

Looking up at the sky at all the lives lost
Hoping I'm not too much of a disappointment to you
Missing you lot loads :/
why'd you lot have to leave :/

My eternal rest, forever shall I sleep
Crimson tears are what I now cry
I guess there really is no time to let the blood dry
These wounds are just too deep