S.
Suicide.
What most think is the answer.
I dont know honestly.
Do I want to die?
Kinda.
But how will it affect the others around me?
Will they cry tears of sorrow?
Or will they cheer because I'm finally gone?
I try not to think about it so hard.
I focus on trying to stay out of the moment.
Meaning that I try to stay silent and observe.
That doesnt work most of the time.
I just dont know how to stop moving my mouth or how to stop from making words come out.
Are they sick of me yet?
Or have they been sick of me since day one?
And are pretending to like me?
Is this just my anxiety being the devil on my shoulder, trying to guide me the wrong way?
It's kinda hard to listen to the angel on the other shoulder,
When it's hanged itself years ago.
