The Goblet

We fought again,

Screaming hateful things,

I let you win.

If I fight back,

I know it'll hurt,

So I make it stop,

With the hidden gift in my shirt.

I pull out the goblet,

Let the wine collect,

Knowing you'll never see it.

Do I want to live,

Or do I want to die?

I can't decide.

This is my living suicide