She told me that killing myself was bad. I even believed her for a moment there But you fell for her trap without realizing That with every bit of her DRINK YOU SIP You’re killing a part of yourself, Swallowing it with those emotions of mine That you feed off of like air... SUCKING ME DRY and robbing me of My right to pity you the way you pity me. We may have been too stupid to know any better But we called each other “friend” once, Back when the KOOL AID wasn’t spiked. Now times have changed and I’m still searching For the courage to see to it That I quickly DROWN MYSELF In my own failures, Instead of doing it torturously slow The way you do... In someone else’s.