my suicide will be about you.
my suicide will be about you because everything is about you.
every feeling i dare to feel, every moment i spend with or without you.
nothing is sacred and you will make sure to step on it all and leave tread marks in your wake.
you don’t like me as a separate entity
you only like me when i can provide for you like a mommy caring for her baby.
but i am not your mother nor do i care to be.
i live i breathe i think i feel i am i am i am
i am suffocating in your presence
i am drowning in the tsunami of your feelings and your wants
your needs your desires your feelings
you you you you you you
you stab me with a knife and keep twisting it inside the wound
asking me how you can help while you cause more damage
you tell me you have feelings too as if mine were ever considered
there is no TOO there is only ever YOU.
my suicide will be about you
not because i ever wanted it to be
but because you cannot live with the thought that its not
you cannot believe that the world doesn’t revolve around you
and when i am gone the world will still turn
and it still won’t be turning around you.













