I don't want to live.
But I don't want to die.
To say I've never thought about it,
Well that would be a lie.
I've mapped it all out,
Dates and times,
Letters and reveals.
They say it's a selfish crime.
But what do they know?
Have they felt the sting
Of cool metal against skin?
Or wondered how they could hurt themselves with anything?
Everything.
Watched red liquid flow,
With a smile plastered on.
I don't think they know, feelings grow,
They don't just appear one day.
I wouldn't have them if given an option.
I don't really have any say.
But what would I know?
I'm just a flaw.
Someone with a selfish wish,
Waiting for that last straw.
