questions of mortality
do you know how it feels to want to die?
sometimes, i feel, i am invincible.
like my mortality will last a life time.
when things go wrong im back to wishing, hoping i was dead.
slicing wounds into my soft,tender skin, taking pill after pill.
my body wont give in.
if my body is a temple i'd wish for it to burn to the ground.
i often find my self wishing death upon myself, like a soldier in a war
but i am not a soldier not a fighter at all,
in my short life all i have known is feeling like something is missing.
and people say its hormones and itll pass.
but do you know the irony in that?
i bleed and i put the rope around around my neck and i sit
and i beg for my life to be end.
i dont tell anyone because if im not dead.
i cant want it enough,
do you know how much i feel like a failure?
between lies and mistakes and just general self doubt
i feel like im unsuccessful in every aspect of life.
even dying i cant master the art, i just sit and i rot and hope.
hope that i will keel over and die soon enough.
but the time never comes.
and despite my youth i am finished.
i am done.
and my spirit drops.
dont you see that im just so so sick?
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