I wish life was perfect
then everyone would be happy
and we could all live
normal lives.
but of course nothings perfect
and we are left to drown
to die alone.
Why do they say
that i'm the only one
thats fucked up?
sure i'm crazy
sure i'm half dead
so are they
and we cant help it.
We cant help
the cuts on our wrists
the sleepless nights
the hours online
reading about
ways to end
our suffering.
the problems we face
arent all the same
but there's one
we all have in common.
Love.
when we feel love
its overwhelming.
We think it'll last forever
when truth is
the one we love
thinks its just
another relationship.
So when its over
they go on with their lives
but we
are torn.
Its all our fault
that the break up
even happened.
we're worthless
we're nothing
we think that
we cant stand ourselves.
So one of us
ties the rope
and kicks the chair.
another one
turns the key
and starts the engine
but falls asleep.
what an unfortunate
accident.
pulls the trigger.
and yet another
downs the bottle
and takes a long, long
nap.
I am awoken
by a nurse.
i'm lying
on a hospital bed.
an IV
in my arm.
the nurse smiles
a needle in her hand.
before i know it
i am on my feet
the needle in my hand
i'm stabbing the nurse.
I run out the door
tripping over
myself
heading for
a staircase.
i am on the roof
looking at the city.
i feel sick.
i quietly vomit.
then i realize
we is me
and they is her
and i had
attempted suicide.
might as well
finish the job
i have nothing left
to live for.
i slowly fall
forward...
but stop!
i hear behind me
"i love you too"
i spin around
and there she is
so beautiful
so perfect.
i look down at myself
i'm a wreck
i look like a stick
like as if i was
about to die.
i smile at her
while i walk toward her
never looking back.
i hug her
and before i know it
she throws me off the ledge
and as i fall
i still smile at her.
she sees a piece of paper
sitting at her feet
a rock on top of it
she bends and picks it up
then starts to cry
as she reads the note
realizing the mistake
she has made
