I want out

I want space

Life, a note to you

I’m done with your game

I am not your plaything

I hate you

I hate how you lead me on

I hate how you make me feel so much pain

Isn’t the pain on the inside enough?

No, you have to beat me up

My heart feels like it’s dying

As I write this

Am I dying?

I suppose not

Because then you couldn’t play with me.

My body is sore

Just from being sad

My chest hurts

Just from feeling tired

My gut hurts

Is it the monthly pain you cursed upon me, or has the guilt spread?

My head pounds

I feel like fainting

To stand up is to make the last verse come true

I’m done

I’m done

I hate you

How can I believe these little gifts of happiness are from you

When you murder me from the inside out?

The only things keeping me from ending this game:

School

Friends

Nico

Writing

Family

Art

But how long is it until you confiscate those, too?

I hate you, life

I want out.