haven’t i run from my fear have i proven avoidance doesn’t give me peace i couldn’t bury myself long enough for it all to end
nothing washed away my pain laying myself in the grave gave me time to breathe but how did it meet my needs
of course i would believe i had no right to live it was the pill fed to me
didn’t i learn what they demonstrate that i wasn’t worth their time that my value was not more than what they could extract from me all i was willing to give i emptied myself ignoring my need didn’t i feel disposable despised even though i tried desperately to prove i could be more
