I want to do something destructive

And kill myself slowly

From the inside out

I could reach for a number of bottles

One that rattles

One that clinks

One that sloshes ever so quietly

As I choose

My poison of choice

Will it be the dull white?

Or the clear drink,

Or the shivery blade,

How will my blood become so tainted?

So that I become unaware

Of the world around me

And who I really am

Cause I want

To do something destructive

And to kill something beautiful

Would satisfy my need for life

Such things are false and don't exist

So instead, turn it all inward

Kill something innocent instead