you say you want to die but,
you still put that seat belt on
and look both ways before crossing the street
you lock your windows and doors
you would scream if someone was following you late at night
you would run for your life
but you do want to die
you just want to die on your own terms.
switching on your computer before you make yourself food so by the time you come back your computer is turned on and waiting for you like a naked lover








