A pressure's rising within me
Snap. That's how it'll be.
I've plotted a hundred,
thousand, no- a million ways to do it.
I've yet to act on a single one.
But oh, how I long for it.
Face-value lies are my strong suit,
it lets me hide just below the surface.
And if someone really thought to look,
they'd find me.
Sitting in the corner, face twisted
into ugly despair without tears.
The pressure is too much,
like a taught bow-string.
It needs release.
I need relief.
It'd be easy to get some,
the tools are right in front of me.
It's been a long debated scenario in my head,
I can't imagine a life where I live to be over twenty.
Everyone is starting to plan their future without me already,
so why the hell should I bother them?
Friends come and go,
It's not like I'm special in there eyes...right?
But it would leave people haunted,
and they don't deserve to be a part of my burden like that.
No matter how cruel they can be...
The only one I can bring myself to loathe is me.
