Not Dead Yet
Feeling awful inside.
I just want to curl into a ball and disappear.
Not die, exactly, just make it all go away,
painlessly and silently,
so that I don't have to feel anymore.
I want to be numb to pain,
and only feel the good things.
Only live the good things.
Only the good.
All I feel is pain,
and it pricks and kills.
But I'm not dead yet.
not yet.
Not until you kill me.