I want to die


I want to die

Because I have
lost control of my
usual ways,
I don’t know
any other way to live
I am alive when
the gratification comes
from doing nothing
except being myself

I want to die

Because I have
lost control of my
usual ways,
I can no longer reach out
and touch someone
just like that
And, they let me
They let me do
whatever is done to them

I want to die

Because I have
lost control of my
usual ways,
Not even a stimulating
piece on a page
is hard enough to crack
That might be the best
way to go, anyway
Between the cracks

I want to die.