They ask me why I want to die—I tell them—

I am already dead.

They pump that forceful air supply—no ears

Hear words clearly said.

White drowns the place—all space

Leaves me feeling like an empty face

In the hospital bed.

My family cries, I give them lies,

“Accidental overdose”

Wouldn’t want to take the time

To get too close.

The truths I’ve told have only killed me more.