suffocation.

i think i would
genuinely enjoy slowly
suffocating
until i
die.
more than this
suffocation.
i swear they are
smothering me
and sometimes it makes
me want to
smoke a cigarette
or take too many
pills one day.
it’s not like they
ever ask me how i’m doing.
it’s not like they’d even
care.

when he walks through the
door at 4:
51
i want to lock and hide
behind mine.
just the sound of his heavy
feet climbing the stairs
sends chills of
hatred
crawling up my spine
and out through
my skin.
i wish it would just
fall off of me
and die.

and even when i
try to inhale,
i choke on the
smoke from
their bad habits.