I am this close,
And I shall always be this close.
As close as it is possible to be;
As close as you need to be,
To just hang in there and breathe.
I loved me so
That I just died for me,
Sold me, debased me, killed me.
My heart didn’t want to live
So I left it. Just to exist.
I paid a price, years ago-
A price of sanity, if you must know.
A price of eternal silence,
For their peace of heart and mind.
But now I’m drowning in my destitute.
Will you somehow love me?
If I beg you to.
Will you try to save me?
If I ask you so.
Or will you just leave me at my own ruthless mercy?
I’m dying a death that started on its own,
My life is defined by its beginning.
But I swear to you,
I’ll write the end for me-
Scribble it with my own thin blood.