Bet you can here my lungs shifting with an inhale of oxygen.

It’s funny how some of us just take beautiful advantage of something like that,

Hey let’s go play the game of suicide because we only have that option..

I guess you could say it would be better than Jumanji ..

They all think it’s fun and games when it really isn’t it’s all just the same..

Yet, there are people dreaming of the sidewalk in the streets of which you walk on.. Would you really call that dreaming?

The asphalt just got painted a lovely shade of rested red..

The skin on your arms just received new tattoo something you didn’t really have to pay for..

Unless you call pain a payment it’s just another hope for a better tomorrow or was that yesterday..

Some people would call that mistake a mistake so you didn’t have a choice you only let your pain be the game piece..

I Didn’t ask for that well-rested nap the one that you couldn’t wake up from but yet you sit here and you think you have a choice on whether to die what you dream on.

After all pain is the only option it’s your only game piece it’s your only thought..

Just when I thought people have it worse than you..

There’s people that starve because they don’t have food.. yet your mental state isn’t stable ..

So ..you aren’t able to see past you’re beautiful flaws someone must trust you for.

I didn’t have a game piece I wasn’t really playing the game in the first place but here I am with the blood oozing from my chest as if you already guessed that..

I’m not dying but I guess you are because you think that’s your only choice..

Here you are in front of me reading this dumb ass screen for this is for you..

You’re only game piece is dying ..you know what it is?

You and me.

Think twice.

Amt