my mom asks me every once and a while:
are you happy with your life?
and it just makes me laugh because
i would rather die than live a second longer on this earth
my body is a prison and im sentenced here forever
and i would kill to be able to just sleep eternally
because people are monsters
i wish i could just tell her
that im ripping at the seams
and every time someone points out a flaw about me
a knife is shoved deeper into my heart
yet every time she asks
i always reply with a laugh
"why wouldn't i be?"