To die
to sleep no more, we say,
to end the heartache.
to **** one's self
to end the heartache.
selfish of me
to want to die
to **** myself
but selfish of you
to blame me for your discomfort,
i have too much discomfort of my own,
but im happy to share.
the rest is silence.
selfish of me to want to end the torment
morally correct of you to revive me back into
this life.
interrupted in the music of being seventeen.
the summer of my life
is too hot.
i stick to myself
the bubble i exist in
grows bigger hotter clamier.

i suffocate.
i take 50 paracetemol and a half bottle to bed.
i **** myself every day.
im already dead.
im selfish.
but its fine for you to want to keep me here.
you suffocate inmorally correct of you to revive me back into
this life.
interrupted in the music of being seventeen.
the summer of my life
is too hot.
i stick to myself
the bubble i exist in
grows bigger hotter clamier.

i suffocate.
i take 50 paracetemol and a half bottle to bed.
i **** myself every day.
im already dead.
im selfish.
but its fine for you to want to keep me here.
you suffocate in your guilt
a summertime sadness.