I want to die, oh God, not again.
"What can I do to help, babe?"
I don't know, I don't know.
Laying on the floor trying so hard
Not to grab the knives you collect in your drawer
To find the sharpest one
Test each blade on my skin.
Not to die because I know people need me
But just to release some of this fucking pressure in
my chest, so no I don't know how you can help.
Have a maple tap?
Just put it in my artery and let me drain
Because I'm so full of anger and longing
and I don't know how to process this shit
and no you can't help me
my therapist is helpless
and I don't know how to fix this.
So please just fuck off, okay?
Wait no, I didn't mean it.
You know what, whatever.
Fuck you too, fuck everything.