Blood pools

At the end of the stairway

Caressing me

Welcoming me

Into eternity

I fall and shatter

Into millions of fragments

So that nobody 

Can ever uncover

Me again

 

I crave the sweetness of death

The warm afflictions of the razor

Against my skin

Itching to kill

Wanting my life

 

I need to feel a warm embrace

To know

That I am wanted

But I'm not wanted

Not here not now not ever

 

The everbearing weight

Of society

Crunches me

Under their boot

And conforms me to a new light

 

I don't want this

I never wanted this

If I would've known

If I could've fathomed these horrors as a fetus

I would've been stillborn