Old Suicides

We’re fun without the side-effects and that’s impossible.
I love being the miscarriage in this relationship.
The misery is like love, except more thrilling;
But you must be finished with me now, all your sympathy is gone.
Well, you kept me safe, but only in the good days;
Love me silly five years ago.
I don’t want to have to remember your face, my eyes are too star struck to take you in all at one time.
Stick around just a little longer,
Maybe you’ll see the featured presentation:
My body crumbling mind and “Oh so Holy” soul.
Inspiration from a pill bottle only goes so far--
Now I’m counting how many times I hate you,
But my fingers are busy dragging the corpse of what is left all the way home.