If My Thoughts Were Heard By You

20th of Feb Cont.

Throw me in front of a bus.

Drown me in the pool tomorrow.

Drive me off a cliff.

Hit me with a bowling ball.

Run over me with a truck.

Shove bleach down my throat.

Maul me with a tractor.

Cut me up into little pieces and scatter me where I'll never go.

There's a million ways I could die.

But none of them will ever be good enough for me.

Because I don't want to die.

I want everything to get better.

Living in this family though, things only ever get worse.

Looking at my dad now, if he become a drunk, he'll sure as he'll be abusive.

Nothing's ever going to get better.

But my list still goes on.

It's not like I'll ever run out of options.