--Melissa Broder
I have never been inside myself
Another place wants me dead
It is built in a ring around my core
Like asking a donut how to live
It can only cry and be eaten
Don’t you see
Angels have tried to help me
And I smiled for them
Feeling genuinely good and kind
Then after a while I got tired
Of being on good behavior
They never asked for perfection
But I felt I needed to perform
And the smile stayed no matter what I did
Even when dying improperly
I left everyone I knew in the other room
But I picked them back up again
Teach me to die teach me to die
I want to create a beautiful dying
The end will need to be dark and soft
Like walking home to your real mother
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