where to go

suicide is bodily autonomy. im all dressed up with nowhere to go

sometimes i can’t tell what’s real because all i have are five million ways of looking at it. subjectivity is hard man. my mind’s all tied up with dead leaves dead ends and no place to go

suicide is bodily autonomy but i would never let anyone else win that argument. i would die for them to not believe that. but i’m out of steam with nowhere to go

thoughts for an endpoint (not a dead end):

i would live for someone to believe they should too.

and now, where to go?

love from bluesy