• lessons learned

    how I'll die is in my room

    with slit wrists and blood

    seeping out while watching

    me is an unknow assailant

    I think it's really them

    but I'm the killer

    this is what happens when

    things get out of hand

    others can be blamed

    but I make the choice

    I murdered me while

    you as the crowd just stare

    If the concept I murdered me

    isn't clear then try the word

    suicide because that's what it is

    no one wants me to speak,

    only when for them it's convenient

    though I'm not supposed to say

    when I'm hurting I am pretty

    sad and tired of lies that I'm fed

    show me love or hate

    but I'm dancing in the ashes.