I walk in

door unlocked

knife in my hand

rooms are all dark

except for one

she's texting her friend

I'll wait till she's done

then it's the end

I pull out the knife

fear in her eyes

quick and precise

make sure she dies

go big or go home

I savor this time

me and her are alone

I say in her ear

right before i strike

"this is the part where you die"

then her pupils turn white

i bask in the glory

of her blood and tears

and exit out the back

before anyone hears

I'll be missing you

Till the day I die

I've been waiting so long

That I want to cry

You say that you love

And I say I love you too

So, while your missing me

I'll be missing you.

Am I happy?

The simple answer is “no”

But I should elaborate

So I guess here I go

Waking up every morning

Hating that I woke up

Isn’t happiness at all

If I ever knew what it was

Contemplating suicide

Keeping it to myself

Because I already said

I don’t need any help

It seems so far away

And I can't help it

Hope is gone, and so am I

I stay in my shell like a shellfish

People care

But I push away the love

I so desperately beg for

Then take what I can like an addict to drugs

I’m scared to vent

I don’t want to be a burden

So nobody gets to know

When I am hurting

Because my problems are my own

Locked myself in this house

I chose alone

So, am I happy?

The simple answer is “no”

Because I hate myself

And that is all that I know