Danger

I may be in immediate,
Danger.
My heart races at the thought.
The thought of ending it all.

The pounding in my chest,
Thumps at high speeds,
Craving an excuse to end the beating.
The beating is so hard that it hurts.

So many things could end it all.
I could simply plunge a knife into my soft, delicate throat.
And let the red pour and spray onto my surroundings.

My being would be crumpled and it would be all my fault.
I put myself in immediate danger.
I do this all because I can.

The threats of a shooting,
I’d stay for.
The potential of a bomb,
A quick and easy death.

I want to be in danger.
Whether it be a disaster,
Or being used by someone older.

Just put me in danger,
And I’ll love every second of it.