Suicide In Your Eyes

There’s blood underneath your fingertips,

cracks in your nails, chaos in your head,

suicide in your eyes.

There’s a blade in your hand,

pills in your drawer, and

we gave them all to you, and

told you to be better than us.

But I don’t know what we thought would happen,

when we never taught you how.

We never taught you how.

You’re the best of us, the worst of us,

not one of us. You left this place so long

ago, said your goodbyes, but we wouldn’t let go.

We didn’t listen to the

blood underneath your fingertips,

cracks in your nails, chaos in your head.

Suicide in your eyes,

we told you you were selfish, couldn’t see

it from our side. But when you asked,

when you begged, we told you no.

There’s a blade in your hand,

pills in your drawer, and

we gave them all to you, and

told you to be better than us.

But I don’t know what we thought would happen,

when we never taught you how.

We never taught you how.

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