i am going to kill myself.
you wanted to know what its like.
they are all laughing.
they all have problems.
you are silentsilent.
you want to know what its like to
kill yourself
as if, in poetry, one could explain
the kind of shaking that comes
with this kind of position-
with this kind of addiction.
The dark world is only
placed for pity.
You take pills to
cure you of your duty.
Nobody is a friend when
you believe in twos and threes.
I'm so cold, I don't feel the wind
these days.
And if i Could explain this need,
you'd never have to wonder-
though you never wonder
if I will survive.