they say death
is not death
until someone has murmured your name for the last time.

your life hangs in a balance,
your internal organs screaming for decay
but i won't say your name

your flesh looks beautiful that way
i'll watch you decompose

nonexistence looks best on me
i wear it and it rests on my sleeve

nonexistence looks best on me
i wear it and it cleans to my frame

nonexistence looks best on me
i wear it and i finally feel like *me

adolescence was cigarette smoke and a girl
who couldn’t love herself
enough

she got tired of trying
sometimes you get tired