suicidal love note

if I end up dead…
that’s okay.

I wasn’t having much of a fun time anyways.

my bones grow tired, my mind grows listless.

I have no focus because I’ve lost my vision.

this tension that that grows
from my spine to my toes

has been putting quite a hump in the backside of my psyche.
it has frightened me.

 since the moment god spited me
and smited me,

forcing me

to take

that

very

first

breath.

 

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Daniel Peterson says:

    I agree with you there. I was also one better off not having been borne.

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