How can less than 200 pages
Of tattooed tree corpses
Make me rethink my life completely?
Make me change the way I see it?
The way I see the people there?
The stories?
The two sides?

I'm just an angel
A celestial being
That wants to go home
And leave earth.

Maybe I'm just a demon
And I'm done hurting people
So let me go
Back to my home.

It's a little funny how you know how I feel
But you keep hurting me anyway
Maybe I'm just too pushy, too real
And you need me to get away.

But honestly, whenever she's with you
It always happens right in front of me
It makes me want to vanish into the floor, fall through
And get rid of this burden, and for once be free.

I know you've been friends for a while
And now this year I just suddenly appeared
But whenever you look at me I smile
Sometimes fake but mostly real, like I feared.

But once I thought that maybe you liked me
I've been this wrong before
I made the same mistake once and he
Hurt me and I would never love again, I swore.

I wouldn't make the same mistake
But I just keep doing this, I don't know why
All I do is cause myself more heartbreak
So can't you just get out of my mind's eye?

I'm just hurting myself more
But wait, you don't care
I forgot, I'm too much of a bore
I'll leave you alone, I swear.

We're all just suicidal kids
Telling other suicidal kids
That suicide is not the answer

I don't understand
the human desire
for endless life.
For me,
Immortality
would be
a curse.
Eternity trapped
my thoughts?
No thank you.