I tried so hard to die
that all of my efforts
made it impossible.

I was a try-hard in the world of suicide
and in my eyes I combined
pain and beauty permanently

Now I know nothing in
this world can **** me
until it is my time.

I am a guitar string
I sing, I dance and hum, I instill ecstatic joy in others
I move people and bring them to tears
but eventually all that becomes too much
and

i break

i want to know why
love means pushing away hate.
why can't i do both?