my heart’s so fragile;
i’m afraid to give it away,

all that’s left of me is
a sarcastic personality,
and even that is
starting to fade.

When I was a wee little 8th grader,
I was so excited for highschool.
I was ready for the next step in life.
But now that Im older, I know that I couldnt have been more wrong.
The summer after that 8th grade year,
I lost everyone I had loved.
Including myself.
I was then thrown into this huge whirlwind of teen agnst and juuls pods.
Im supposedly experiencing the best years of my life.
But how am I supposed to experience life
When by now, Im barely alive?

Let me disappear off these mortal maps
          and become a citizen of the void.

Let me revel in the peace of decay,
          as my bones lay in the comforting embrace
          of the silent earth.

Let the stars steal the light
          from my eyes
          so that, even in my absence,
          I can still guide you home.

Let me fall brokenly upon death's door
          and leave nothing but a disintegrating stone
          to claim my ashes.

I don't care how steep the price,
          please, just
                          let me leave and
                                     don't ask me to come back.

I told you that you should always be
thankful, things are getting
better, the process
is just rather slow,

and I told you that the proof lies
in the fact that you still have some
sanity left today,
if things weren't getting better,
then what else
could you be holding onto?