a noose around the neck
and just a note to say i'm sorry
but does my word mean anything?
can i say it wasn't my fault?
but it was
and i hate
all you fucking voices
who think you know me better than myself
and now i keep my hands under the table
secretly begging him to hold them
but he doesn't
because things have changed
they're not the same.
a tiny mistake to cost me my life
i may as well just take it
it will hurt less to die from suffocation
than to suffocate
because of me
vulnerable fucking girl.