The Passive Suicidal

DuRoLuRo • 161 followers

I like swimming in empty pools.
I like speaking with dumb fools.
I get off on watching TV shop.
I steal chewing gum until I drop.

I don't need no damage.
At least in this I manage.

I like being bored, I like being stuck.
I like sitting in one place, and sniff a sock.
I get chills, when people want to have fun.
I just want to lay and fry in the sun.

I can't get no damage.
At least in this I manage.

I want steel bars on my windows.
Cut me down, and lock me in.
I don't care which way the wind blows.
I just need someone to do me in.

Lock me in a tub, and let me drown slowly.
I just want to feel that I am dying slowly.

#dark-poetry #depression #existential-crisis #general #mental-health #self-destruction

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