Suffocation

瑀晞熾 · 發表於清·嘉祐三年八月二日（秋）

Drank the liquid.
Thought that was medicine.
But it was poison.

When blood came out of your mouth and eyes, you finally understood.
No, didn’t wanna admit the truth.

You’re begging.
Seeking a little comfort.
Coughed painfully.
Cried helplessly.
What I want is just someone’s understanding .
Do I deserve to suffer?
What is love?
Is being loved an impossible thing?

Crawling.
Praying.
Frightening illusions.
Wanna break my legs and my arms.
Emptiness.
Aching.

Just want some gentle touch.
Lightly hug.
Whisper in my ear.
Some phony words are enough for me.
Maybe.

Should k1ll yourself.
Death is the only liberation.
The only relief.