my problem is not that I wanna kill myself
it’s not that
it’s not that I get pleasure out of feeling my blood trickle out
it’s not that I love the pain rushing through my limbs
it’s not
that.
last thing I want to do is kill myself
what I want is to die.
I don’t want the meds.
not a drink of poison.
I dont wanna go out and
get raped and killed
after being held at gunpoint
what I want is to die, peacefully, in my sleep, away
I wanna die dreaming about you
cause any other way, I can’t