the ocean is hot and it’s stuck in my throat
It doesn’t matter if I die as long as I’m the one building the coffin.
Plank by plank
brick by brick
I’ll build my cell so I’ll always be free,
Bite my hand before you can sink your teeth
In my flesh
I dive, I don’t fall,
embrace the concrete
with open arms
a mouthful of
dirt
Self-sabotage can be an artform-
-if you take a bow-
I’ll pull the trigger before you can take your aim.
Slit my wrists before you can stab my back.
Change the song before you can forget its name.
I’m the hero writing my own tragedy
And I’ll scrap the story before the ink dries
I keep my eyes shut, scared of what I might see
But if I die before I live,
Won’t it hurt all the same?
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