i’m inherently sad.
i’ll never get better.
i’ll **** myself right now
so i won’t be forced to feel this way later.
and no one will notice
or even shed a tear
in fact, it will be ages before anyone notices i was ever even here.
and if someone cares enough to ask why or
“who did this to you?”
i’ll simply point one long, broken finger at you.
and the world will see,
they’ll all understand
i did my best by you but i was only a kid
so how am i meant to escape you if you’re embedded into my lungs?
how am i supposed to love you if you grew into a stranger when you grew up?