trembling at the sight of a dark ooze from my pores
a type that comes as smoke and smothers all of those around
uncontrolled by me
ive killed a million plus one but i only wish i could get to that plus one
for that plus one is me
i dare myself to indulge in a bitter sweet suicide
but not once have i succeeded
a failure i am, that is to only myself
for i can accomplish so much in one work day but cannot complete the only task i want to
that will take all of a few minutes
seconds even
so maybe im afraid
but what am i afraid of is more of the question than a thought
theres nothing to be afraid of if this is all i ever wanted
please help me free myself from the hate i have built inside me
that kills all but the on that i want to kill
myself
bring my hate to sence by forcing it towards myself
selfmutilate
it hurts noone but me
but no
it hurts more of them emotionally
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