I'll wish to die,
everyday for the rest of my life.
Ever wanted everything to just go away,
but you didn't want to do it yourself?
Ever waited for death to sneak up on you
and take you away
so no more tears dare come
and there is no more painful restriction
of the throat?
I wish to die everyday--
I don't want to move forward
yet my heavy feet continue on this path,
hitting the ground in the rhythm of my
dying heart,
that naturally,
isn't dying fast enough.
I hate when they speak to me,
their carelessness hurts me each and every time--
I may act like a child now, all of the sudden,
because I'm using my last resort
to not shatter
all over the kitchen floor--
You see, that's where she gets to me the most.
Ghosts shouldn't come back to life,
dad! ...
Mothers shouldn't create nightmares
and drive their daughters to starvation
simply because of paranoid fear.
Brothers shouldn't run from home
and never glance back again.
Friends shouldn't question
how bad everything is...
and expect you to not be a btch.
And I shouldn't pray to die
each and everyday
because it's them that I would hurt,
and that's why
