"makes me want to slit my throat,"
i heard her say
pausing, thinking
wondering why
i know she's only joking
but some part of me hurls
screaming that she has no right
if she only knew
if she knew my mind
the mind that begs for death
times i've held silver to neck
hoping for the courage
a harmless joke, i'm sure
but who can decide?
she didn't mean harm
so why does it stick to me?
they love to talk and talk
laugh and laugh
saying they'll end it all
perhaps i'm overdramatic
it simply rubs me wrong
to throw words away
ones that hold something heavy
something pressing down on me
