Kill Yourself Today

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In no way am I condoning suicide nor self harm.  I am simply making this poem as a rebuttal to Hannah Dains' "Don't Kill Yourself Today."  Any text italicized is the words of Hannah Dains and everything else in normal text is my remarks or commentary.


Don't kill yourself today

Because your Netflix free trial still has a week left

I-always enjoyed Netflix and Chill with my girlfriend

Until she left me, a sad lonely virgin, only to lose her virginity to the next guy she meets eyes with

Don't kill yourself today

Because no one else will finish off the chicken in the fridge

They always left me scraps and nothing to eat

Bare bones am I and that plate with the tiniest bit of food I'm better off not eating

Mom always told me I was getting fat

Don't kill yourself today

Because I know Starbucks is introducing a frappucino sometime next month

Yes, Starbucks

The place I'd go to when I'd feel tired like I did every waking moment only to rely on caffeine

That coffee only partially got me through the day 'till I felt helpless once more

Yes, 

Your mother will miss you

Will she?

I'm pretty sure the last time I checked,

She was sulking away in bottles of beer 

Beating me every night

Because her damn boyfriend wouldn't fuck her as good the way he did when he first met her

Yes, 

Your bully will make a sappy Facebook post about what a wonderful person you were

That's the thing,

People are always so fake

They're always wearing a mask

I was forced to dawn a mask of my own because of them

I constantly questioned who was real and who wasn't 

If who I was beneath that was-real

Everyone's afraid to tell the truth

Too scared to admit their crimes

I never wanted a post of how great I am

I wanted the truth to come out of the pain I went through

Yes,

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem

I know, but

Why delay the inevitable when there is only more pain to come if I continue to live

But you know that

What-

You've known that

Anyone and everyone has been shoving that down your throat since you first learned what the word suicide meant

Those slogans might have lost their meaning

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