My karma. I don’t want to be with someone I can be with but can’t be with someone I want to be with.

I’ve been dead for a long time. You don’t have to kill yourself to die.

Why can’t I just be happy

I wrote a poem I’ll never read

I'm a functioning suicidalist

A suicide note never expires

There is beauty in sadness

I smoke weed to keep myself from cutting.

Once a cutter, always a cutter

He says hush and close your eyes...soon you will be in the cutters paradise.