Late night poems ✔️

ʅσʋҽԃ ♥️

I want to die

in the place that I call my home 

No , not the one made of bricks and stone

that is a house not a home

I want to die in your arms

That's my home

I want to be held as I go

Please don't feel any remorse

I will play coy

But only so that you can't get hurt

My suicide note will be put in the cupboard

Thanks for the unconditional help you provided

Hold me in your arms

My blood on your palms

Kiss my blue lips

One last goodbye

My time's up

This is my goodbye

I will die ....

.....all the while being loved

A/N : Don't come at me for writing this.