my life as well as theirs (poems)

running or death

My two options

for happiness

Running away

Death

I have never

been happy here

here is my "house"

maybe even

"living"

If I run

Idont have to

come back like

He says

He is the

person who

is like my therapist

at times

even though

he tells me if

I am that miserable

then just kill my self

I can just

try and forget

everything

they have done

and the shit they

do to me

OR

If I die

I dont ever have

to come back

and deal with them

and thier crap

ever again

I will never

be found

IF I die

I can haunt them

may scare

the shit out

of them like

they did to me

maybe even kill them

or hurt them

I have finally

chosen which

of the two I will do

and I chose

DEATH