i want to die
'why?'
because i don't deserve to live
i wonder
what it's like to stand at the edge
to know it's time
to go
it's time to
leave
it's time to
move on
i wish
my blade was sharper
to cut my arteries
to slit my wrist open
and to bleed out
hearing someone scream
someone shout
having someone to care
that i'll no longer be there
