i've written about
how much i wanna
die for years now

nothing ever changes

i thought the more
i wrote about it
the less it would hurt

but nothing changes

i'm still alone
and
i'm still breaking

the more i get close to people
the more i get left
the trauma piles up like laundry
in a basket

living is so draining
can't you see
that i am trying?

but there's more pain
than there is love
in this rotten world
we live in

i can't hide
the tears in my eyes
fighting to be like everyone else
just to die