i want
to be gone
i dont really
understand
why pill bottles
taunt me
why rope
sets fires
in my brain
why knives
seem so
friendly
i just
want to
be gone
and i dont
want to exist
anymore
and i want to end
it even though
my life is great
and i am surrounded
by loving people
why is it still
so hard to
get up in the morning
i want to get it over with
and i truly want
to feel pain again
because i deserve it
i deserve to die
or maybe that's just
an excuse
to be an idiot
and jump in front of a car
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