“I want to kill myself”

or at least I wanted to…

never mind these old wounds

Wait—no—maybe we should

Mind them

what Shattered became me

I couldn’t breath like I used to

never wanted to crash like ever before

just straight nothingness

It’s not polite to speak so bluntly

in a gentlemen’s society

But in truth

Who else is going to point out the unfairness of it all?

Someone comes by and starts

my life

Smothered me in the way it is

it traps me, by the burdens of its weight

a hundred years of suffering

so

no

no more

I sang to myself

I wanted to go

So much

take the shot and go

but yet here I am

speaking to you

appealing to you

let the darkness float by

let it rush out like the trains you want so badly

let it drain out like the toxic waters you so thirst

let it dissolve like the pills you carry

let it wash away like the floods you yearn for

take this moment with you

yes, you

And breath again

Stay with me

Stay with me…

Mind these old wounds

We should