Dying feels easy

When you’re always on the brink of existence.

In this instance, I see you sitting in the other room 

Unfazed by all of the faces you’ve come to know

Except for my own.

My tears shatter like glass 

Thinking this could be the last time 

I would even get to cry

Wrapping myself up in the hole I’ve made inside my mind 

Swallowed by the noise of someone else’s lies

They warn you that life is so precious

That all you need is repentance

To avoid that inevitable death sentence.

But I can see beyond these walls 

As you make yourself feel at home 

As I stay trapped in your corner. 

The border between being and not being 

Falls with the weight of your words 

As if you knew.

“How could you?”

What did I do? 

“Exist.”