what will be the death of me
not poison
not knife
not guns
but
Water will fill my lungs
the hue of my eyes,ocean blue
my hair like the sand
You've banned
me.
from diving deep
but now.
i have goldfish in my lungs,and monsters in my head
i had to be relived of this dread
So now I'm dead face down
ill drown
No guns
no poison
no knives
no sound
water is in which I'll be found
scribble through my tears
its late ,probably around 3:45am
tyler is crying and I'm writing worthless words on a hospital napkin.
Though I want to help him,I sit still frozen to my bed.
i'm worthless
so so useless
he's crying and I'm just sitting here
i wish I was dead
why can't I be dead
