Serious

I told you I wanted to kill myself

You said I needed saving

Jesus will embrace you, dominate you

I didn’t need to kill myself to feel like I was gone

With a swift, fat brush you erased me from the world

 

I don’t think that, I’m confused

I just need faith

I don’t deserve to feel that way

I’m looking for attention

 

Things she said to diverge the conversation

I’m sick.

My deteriorating brain

Will never be worthy of your pain

A puddle compared to your ocean

 

It will never be enough.

 

Forget about it.

 

I’m happy, I’m happy, I’m Happy, Im Happy, im happy, happy,happy, appy, h-

 

Move on with your life.

 

I’m smiling

“I love you”

—I feel nothing.

 

With a stroke and a swipe of crimson red

I’m at the bottom

Was my death serious enough for you now?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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