Thursday, August 31, 2017

Poetry: Familiar Contemplations

I want to kill myself.
But too many people would blame themselves and be sad so I can’t. But it’s not like they’re doing anything to make my life better currently… I cannot list them on a chart of my happinesses. The only one who makes me happy is unreachable until the end of the year. Is wanting to cry weak? I wish I was strong enough to defy God and hurt myself badly enough that I could die – forgetting everyone else even if just for that moment. I am weak.
I want to kill myself.

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