Friendly.

I won't have to live with the, things I do. I'll be someone else and I'll move to the moon. Oh, I won't, wait, for someone else to change.Because everyone else, stays the same. I'm different. That's what I tell myself. I won't end up, like my mother, hating herself. I don't have a future, that much is clear. I don't belong here. Take me aw-ay. Somewhere that I can pla-y. Not grow another da-y. In two months I'll have a new, title. A year closer to the end of, the cycle. Denial. Let me go, let me go. I don't wanna know. I'm not scared to die. When it comes to that I'm fine. It's living that's the problem. Now I'm just lining up my options in a Column. And, honestly, I don't have many. They say, death can be your friend, but we're already friendly. Wake up. Grow up. Trust me, all want to do is go is up. Because nothing else, will ever be enough. I can't even help myself, there's lights that I need to snuff. All I do, is wait for sleep. But sometimes, I dream too deep. Useless. Where I'm going, I might stop feeling so clueless. If you loved me, you wouldn't do this.