Come to me, beautiful lie,
Wrap your fingers around my throat.
Strangle the life out of me;
'He doesn't truly love me', I hoped.
Wishing for death,
I don't want to be missed.
I don't want to hurt him,
'His heart won't be broken', I heard as we kissed.
His eyes pierce my false face;
Thoughts of a lone noose.
'I love you', he whispers;
But I'm soon to be tied high and loose.
Selfish dreams of a lonely sleep,
His embrace will then be a distant memory.
I never wanted to hurt him.
I love him so,
But I wish he would let me go.
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Poetry Collection
PoetryVarious thoughts and feelings, of someone with a death wish. If a link is posted, I was likely listening to it at the time of writing the poems. Trigger warning.
