You either have it in you or you don’t. The voice inside my head calls me a liar. I’d like to kill myself but know I won’t. My monologue is tedious and blunt. There is no reason for my slow despair. You either have it in you or you don’t. Still, liars want whatever liars want. My thoughts are finally permanent and clear. I’d like to kill myself but know I won’t. And lies can be so lovely, eloquent. My lies and truths have bled into a blur. You either have it in you or you don’t. I think of partial truths in which I’m fluent. They rattle in my head, are never far. I’d like to kill myself but know I won’t. The first few times I tried, I found I couldn’t. My truths grow clear as they mature. You either have it in you or you don’t. I’d like to kill myself but know I won’t.
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