Emotions, emotions and straws that break camels’ backs

***TRIGGER WARNING: Self-exit

If mixing pills

really kills,

today I’d eat a pharmacy.

Just to feel

this blackened soul

finally my body leave,

set me free

and 6 feet deep,

a sweet OD.

No use in me

playing like I’ll ever be

good —

I’m plain bad, no in between.

Black and white, no in between.

Wrong and right, I’ve never seen

a line that separates the two,

so why carry on, when there’s no use?

No proof

that bliss can last eternity.

The truth?

It hurts to feel,

and honestly,

I think I’d really rather be

numb than clean

and I was fucking dumb to think

for one short second, I wasn’t weak.