Poem or not, it didn't belong in the Let It All Out section because it sounds too... well, rhythmic. To me, at least. I want to fall asleep and cry, stop everything and explode, go and kill myself. Not try, but be successful. I can't stand living in my own skin, with my mind and my habits, my happiness and sadness, all contradicting each other, pulling me one way and the next. I want to sleep forever I want to die forever I want to feel the pain that I deserve and the disappointment they hide. Let me fail Give me reason I want to choose my own path Whether it be through the forest or down the rocky cliff head first, of course. I don't want to remember my fall. I understand, my life is good It's great I daresay perfect. But that is my life. And I am me. I am not my life. I am the girl who cuts I am the girl who is a coward and a weakling and a fool and a perfectionist and procrastinator. I fuck myself over and don't learn from my mistakes. I don't complete I don't work I don't do things that I must and know that I must and plan to do. But no, this time, this time I will. I will plan and prepare even if the days grow short. I will be ready And I will finish. I will succeed.