at putting my exhaustion into words.
Cut my tongue out of my mouth,
it's about as useless as my lungs.
I have nothing left in me to give.
I am a monument for those who live
and breathe in empty space.
Put a fucking bullet in my head
and dig your feet into my back
before you leave.
Murder me and my intentions or bury me alive.
Fill my lungs with dirt a
nd watch the light drain from my eyes.
Fold me in half like the blank pages
that will taunt me to my face.
Words like razors aimed directly at my wrists
and now I speak.
Tie my lies around my throat
until I finally tell the truth.
This is my eulogy,
don't pretend to miss me when I'm gone.