The Dying are Killing

written Jan. 24, 2020

TW: mention of self-deleting

Suicide is killing me, but I don’t want to die.

Everyone’s feelings are starting to intensify

I DON'T KNOW WHY.

All except for mine. Everyone is leaving.

All but those that want to die.

What am I to do? I can't just leave.

Some say they’re fine

But I see it in their eyes

IT'S A LIE.

It’s them or me, who am I to believe?

I’m good with deciding

But sometimes it’s hard.

Everyone needs help

But not everyone’s falling apart.

This is real, and it’s a real problem.

I don’t know what to do.

Everyone says they need me

But I don't believe that their intention is always so true.

Do they all wanna die?

Or is it attention they want?

Why do they all come to me?

They know there are others too…. or not?

Is there no one else?

Sent to help?

To help me out

With the wave of breaking souls

They all want someone.

They all NEED someone….

But no.

There seems to be no one.

No one to help

No one that can

No one that wants to.

They are all up in their own lives

BELIEVING

That by just surviving themselves

They are mighty and high

All are gone, hiding or watching

They are all fine

All but those that want to die.

Somebody help.

I can’t stay afloat.

This wave of influence,

All too strong I need a boat.

But no one is there. 

I am alone in this wave

Crashing at me for help, all but shy.

All are gone.

All but those that want to die.

-- BlackFox