Preface to a 20 Volume Suicide Note
by @lindsey-bartlett-1
Looking for it.
Where is it?
What is it?
Why can't I have it?
Chasing after it.
Shambling after it.
I want it.
I need it.
Why do I want it?
Do you have it?
Will you share it?
You took it from me.
You stole it.
You fucking stole it.
Give it back.
It's mine.
You can't have it.
I can almost reach it.
I can see it, and
I'm done asking.
I'm going to
take it.
I lunge for it.
I grasp for it.
I claw and scratch and
kill for it.
Nothing matters
anymore. It is me.
I'm talking to myself
again.