Why can’t I leave you behind like all the rest?
Who are we?
You’re not who you were,
And I’ve never known who I am.
True love or obsession.
A hand full of pills or depression.
Strangers arms around me are warm,
But they’re not yours.
Why do I long for those arms for comfort?
The same ones that put the knife in my back.
The same ones that tie this noose around my neck.
The same ones I wish would save me now.
Come rushing in, tears in your eyes,
Just to kick the stool beneath me.
Looking into your eyes as I suffocate from my own devotion.
A beautiful way to die.