I want my story to be a chapter not a book
And I can’t summon the courage to want
the author to explore my arc

Leave me ragged and unhemmed please
leave me undeveloped

Who wants to live long enough to see
everyone around them suffer, anyways?

I may as well give them something to talk about
something to connect over, something to bring the family together casseroles and black clothes and whispered relief
spoken into lonely evening air

I’m ready to stop ******* my burden
What a lovely escape, what a cowardly end, do I crave.