My Darling

Oh my sweetest of friends,
smooth and chilled fingers
that brush though my hair so
softly.

Hair that is yanked by cruel
hands.

A hollow embrace of welcoming
death is what I suppose someone
like myself deserves.

Nothing more
           Nothing less.

Either way, in this world where
no one gives a fuck, I'd rather be
dead than have to give a fuck my
damn self.