Saturday, October 19, 2024

I should constantly be writing so that I will remain actively thinking as I run out of time like Alexander Hamilton. I need to remember how I want to be better. 

Monday, September 16, 2024

Dear god save my soul
Taking my life again's the greatest sin I know
Somewhere I've been poisoned and I can't find the source 
When I get like this over time it gets worse and worse 
Psychotic emotions rolling through me 
How am I so blind 
What is it those kind eyes see
What am I trying to find 
I'm looking dear god I'm looking 
I'm searching my with hands out front 
These people I took in
God I'm such a cunt 

Monday, September 9, 2024

I'm a desperate slave to needing love

Why must this part of humanity exist in me

I will never be free 

Friday, September 6, 2024

When I'm in bed sick all I can think about is how much I want to die.

How I cycle my thoughts on how to cope and say no

Saturday, August 31, 2024

When I cough and choke, how does my body need air even more 
When I cough the fits start
No more control 
I lose myself as I'm thrown out of my body
I gasp for air but my breath is shallow 
It's not enough 
So I heave 
I need to expel everything from my lungs
I need to breathe 
The sharp intake desperately imbibes what it can
My lungs full of water, mucus, pus expand and try to break free
But it comes in too quickly 
My lungs do not feel my other body parts
But they sure do feel the lungs making its way
Taking up space
But that unexpected reflexive breath for air
Pays no mind to my ribs 
Does not know my throat exists 
Is not part of my digestive system 
The need for air now overwrites all other functions 

So I swallow down more liquids 
I cough up what I can from my lungs
The first breath wasn't enough 
I cough again 
This time an even bigger breath
And I am drowning 
There is a film of phlegm which blocks my airways that has been intimately felt with each previous breath
But not this one 
This is the cough where I choke 

There's a reason why I choose to kill myself through drowning most often

This is how it's meant to be

Thursday, July 18, 2024

Is it time!!!
Is it time for me to suddenly fall ill 
Do we all find out that it's terminal?
It's not my fault

Aw shucks, we tried!!!
But I'm just sick!!!

SICK!!!