Choice of Words... (Gun to my head)

Can’t you see me dying a little more?

Each day

Each moment

Giving up a little more

Constant rejection

Feeling ostracized

By you

Society

You

All

Different in actions

Words

The way

Don’t you want to love me?

Be there for me

If everything is about money

Why don’t you take “my”

Money

And use it to

Pay for my funeral

When I’m gone

Even then I will be an

After thought

Lost in the in between

Never to belong

Death waits

Patiently

I yearn for the day

When I have enough courage

Any strength

Left

To pull the plug

Finally

Make a stand

I don’t want to be “saved”

Or “fixed”

I just want to be me

Only me

I’m tired of

Trying to fit

Inside a mold

That clearly wasn’t made

Nor

Meant for me

I want to create a mold that

Fits all my

Curves

All my

Imperfections

I want to be loved

In this mold

For all my mistakes

Want to be embraced

And told that

I am worthy

As simple as

Those

3 words

Are

They are powerful

They are heard

They are felt

3 words

Seem to be

The key

Or

The lock

You are…

Fill in the blank

Choose wisely

Gun to my head

Knife to my throat

Poison in my veins

Chains tied

What will it be?