dead.

If even you don't love me, then the sky might as well fucking fall on me and I'll call it a day.
I'll stick my head in the sand and wait for armageddon.
I'll play solitaire all day and all night, with naps in between the actual winning hands.
I'll take a marker and blot out each of the stars in the night sky,
one by one
and then I'll take the toxic ink deep into my lungs.
Snuff the cigarette
jump the train
fry my ass on the tracks like a pound of sizzlin' bacon.
Be the captain and go down with the fucking ship...

just because you're supposed to.

Die dead, dying dead death

gone.

If it's all gone
then what do I have left?

mine.

The world has bigger problems than one broken heart...
Yes I know, it's true, I know.
But to me
it's all that matters right now.
And it'll be all that matters tomorrow too.
It's scary
because it's such an insignificant thing
to so many...
But it matters so much
just
to
me.

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