Punch me.. i dare you too
-said him
For a dare, i said. but i lied
i just.. craved, your skin on mine.

i've imagined my death
a million times.

suicide,
drowning,
jumping,
bleeding,
walking in front
of a train,
tying a rope around
my neck,
taking pills.

but  i dont know
what one to choose
how to leave
when to go
where to do it.

these are all questions
i beg the
answer too
but when i leave
it wont be a surprise
you will all see
it coming
and if you dont
well sorry to say

its too late to
save me now.

I stare at myself
And think:
What has the world done
To make me hate it like this?

I stare at myself
And answer:
Nothing. It has done sweet nothing.