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What I Want

by DisenchatedDestroya 3 reviews

"At least now you can’t play with my head." Feedback hugely appreciated. :)

Category: Poetry - Rating: G - Genres: Angst - Published: 2012-04-14 - Updated: 2012-04-14 - 226 words - Complete

What I Want

Did I ask for your help?
No, don’t think I did,
Apparently, though, I’m just a kid.

I don’t want your disease,
I’m already dead,
At least now you can’t play with my head.

Don’t force-feed me your lies,
I want to keep me,
And not be wrecked by society.

I know you’re not perfect,
Well, neither am I,
I am sick of living in a lie.

Do you see all these scars?
The inside ones too,
No, because you think it’s all taboo.

Help me to disappear,
It’s what we both need,
I just can’t cope with life’s harsh stampede.

Please don’t try to save me,
As I yearn for death,
But will you feel bad at my last breath?

Don’t you dare act sad,
When we say goodbye,
And don’t you dare to look me in the eye.

I know you’re not sorry,
But please don’t worry,
Because I’m not either.

I know I need your help,
I just don’t want it,
What I want is a nice cosy casket.

A/N: Boredom struck me this morning, thus resulting in some teen-angst-fueled poetry. Anyway, I hope it was alright and please let me know what you think! :D
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