I swear, child.
Stop trying to reason me.
Do what the basics of your needs are
And cease attempting to ascend them

I won’t do it

I cannot think it wont work,
The thinker,
Please,
I'm going to grab my charger
And wrap it around my throat.
If I can at least feel like I
Can observe the cusp of suicide,
I will no longer have to fantasize
Holding hands with death so I needn't imagine.
you may be this cord for me
But how could I tell when you've been everything to hold me
When my Dad went away,
When I feared my mothers tears as her screams,
And a fist to my face was my final home, my teenage dream of security.
Sadly, the pain of fleeing memories resides,
A cavern that has lost its circumstance.
I can only tell you this in hopes I may further hurt myself
Instead wounding you with my desire for blunt objects.
I'm not trying to make you make yourself divine,
To keep my insides inside
Help,
I think i'll converse with a tangled wire
And avoid the consequence of death
In the high of believing I
Can avoid the consequence of life