get more vivid
each time
I entertain them
behind my eyelids
in front of my brain
the chill of metal
the barrel of a gun
pressed at my head
pressed at my chin
the choke of a noose
rope burning at my throat
suffocating
waiting for a sigh of relief
the blade of a knife
inching closer
and closer
because really,
what is one more
stupid kid's
life
to this world?
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