I am an empty body. No one will fill me again. So I'm filling myself with 15+ pills and cheap alcohol. I guess you could say I'm playing with my life, maybe I am. Maybe I'm trying to see if this ******* higher power will take me instead of healing me. I can't tell if that's what I want, I don't really fully know what I want anymore.
Death just seems so easy for a living dead girl, it's just a little more darkness and a few more goodbyes. Who would notice my absence? I suppose I don't need to tell anyone that I'm leaving. It could be easy. I could leave and everything else would fall into place, yes? They could be happy together. He could get his closure. She would get over it in 6 months tops. It would be okay. Everything could be okay, because at this point I know I can't be.
*So take me I'm ready