#iamfine
I’ll be watching from far above
When you read my suicide note.
Nobody’s to blame, for what I did
Don’t point fingers, it’s nobody’s fault.
If anything’s to blame,
It’s the destiny I was born with.
It’s the sickness growing in my mind.
I have coped long enough.
I have seen it all.
I have learned the shape of this crooked world.
Life was always out of reach.
Like every other skill I lack,
Living is an art I wasn't adept at.
I was nothing more than a burden
To this hell on earth.
There, I’ve said it.
It wasn’t so hard.
Maybe it’s my illness talking.
But I’m fine.
Leave me alone.
I’m fine,
At least as far as my physical form is concerned.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 8:58 PM UTC
teary eyes and inflated thighs
red cheeks and red sleeves
broken soul in a smoking hole
made by
a ring of lies in which I cry
cry cry cry but no one can hear you
''you'll be fine''
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
My heart is lost in a silent sea.
Why can't you just let it be.
My feet fall beneath the earth.
I don't need your support.
My eyes don't see the sun in the sky.
So I may as well be blind.
My ears can't hear the harmony .
Deaf is what I shall be.
My life has no hopeful tone.
Why was I born?
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC