TRIGGER WARNING
8-30-15
I want to just cut my wrist until it's good enough.
I want to let go.
But I can't die and not go to heaven.
Not when I've seen the other side.
I'm battling myself
And I have to know it all now.
You tell me it's a choice
Not the other way around.
I have to get it together.
And I can't sit like this
And let such an addiction further,
You tell me.
But then I think of how I want to
And it hasn't been dark for long enough
That I wish it to be light.
I hate myself for not listening.
It's all so overwhelming.
I'm running on empty.
- (m.m)