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"Instructions On How to Kill Yourself Without Murder"
How easy is it to die myself than to save you from yourself?
Or to watch your fingers slip through mine like grains in an hourglass.
I can see father time ticking away your days and I can see it in your eyes.
You're scared and alone. Tired and somber but you won't accept defeat on your feet.
Keep on living, keep on striving for the life in which you have nothing to show to give it any amount of worth.
Because your life, from where it stands, doesn't mean much.
Walk off your cliff in the raging ocean, flogging the jagged rocks below.
Let me see you fly.
I want to see the wings you brag about so much.
I want to witness your great escape.
Be your own Houdini.
Pull a new life from that top hat of yours.
Rub the magic lamp and make your pathetic pleas to the genie.
Trapped in your own cave of wonders, blinded by the fool's gold you're too stupid to see.
How easy would it be to just give up on myself than to let you sink down between the bed sheets and never see the light of day?
To watch you slip through the cracks of your imagination and never seek reality again?
No.
No.
I can't let you off that easily.
"Pounding the Pavement"
And here I stand at the crossroads of my life. Your blood on my hands, dripping on the sidewalk, wet with rain.
I can hear the streets screaming your name, crying out for you.
What did I do?
Where did you go?
But the knife didn't slip and I meant what I said.
I remember the anger in your eyes, your muscles tensing so much that veins looks ready to burst from your flesh.
I remember you lunging at me, grabbing my arm so hard it hurt.
I still have the bruise.
It was self-defense, I swear it.
But I loved watching you bleed to death from that knife would in your gut.
Watching the beige carpet get stained a deep red.
I relished in watching you writhe on the floor…alone.
I enjoyed watching that little bit of blood seep out of the side of your mouth.
All in self-defense, I swear.
