Butterfly’s and lullaby’s


I want to kill myself,
but I don’t want to go
I want to feel all the different ways to die,
there’s a million ways to do so.
Why do I only get to feel one?
I want to say the words
my mind torments me with,
but I don’t want to hurt
the victims around my soul.
Why do I only get to feel guilty?
I want to feel the last beat
my heart will take,
but I don’t want it to be the
last mark I make.
Why towards the end I feel freedom?
I want to kill myself
But am I already dead if I’m only breathing?

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