the endless night
of all the people i want to kill,
and your name is pretty close to the top of the list,
the person i want to kill most of all:
Myself.
I yearn for the journey into fucking oblivion,
I yearn to stop feeling the pain
that you pumped into my blood
like some poisonous IV drip
i want my throat to feel sore against the pills
because of the hundreds i will swallow
i would do anything
to feel less empty, less broken, less shattered
i want to organize my items
line by line
and burn them all
because every fucking thing i own
has a fucking trace of you.
i’ll never get away from the fucking pain you caused me
i cannot outrun it i cannot fucking kill it
i am at the mercy of the pain you put in my fucking heart
so my final solution,
is to just cut the damned thing out.