my nails are long, knees exposed
i'm neglecting myself
you predicted it
in the many letters you wrote, i recall you marking the date of my death
oh how time has passed

the cherry-flavored drink is tempting
would it make you happy?
one sip at a time
lids closing like blinds
a limp body against a marbled floor

would i be nestled in bed?
or in a bathtub as i drown my head?
you predicted so much
when will it end?
you know better

i can find a heavy bar
and make everyone's pain go away
the walls are taunting
the laughs are lingering
but the silence is louder

my bones are cold
as they slide against hot blood
i could be warm
and comfortable
with one slash on the wrist
or a string around my throat

this is a game to you
i could be gone
i can hear your smile
as you're reading this,
you think i'm just joking