as i breathe oxygen i choke and my inner feelings gasp for a different brand of poison, one that would set me asleep for as long as i long for. don’t show me the way out. there isn’t any. don’t waste your time. just cut me deeply. think of me as someone forgotten. after all, i’m no one worth remembering. tell me mindless jokes. fill this night with a bore. for it shall be the last. don’t call my number. a voicemail is all that’d reach you. and no, in case you’re wondering, i am not here to tell you exactly how i got in this mess. but i will tell you hell i’ll show you exactly how i am getting out of it. also, if you’re reading this, i love you. and don’t blame yourself. it’s not you. it’s me. all along.
the broken one