i walk a fine line between hallucinating
and believing everything is a hallucination

just because you haven’t killed me vertically
doesn’t mean you haven’t killed my horizontally
by treating me like i’m already dead
and then crying foul when i start believing it

the people that show up at one’s suicide funeral
could have been a lot more useful
if they would have shown up before then

a mind game
is a pressurized compartment
with it’s OWN atmosphere
just hope it doesn’t get punctured
reality will rush in
and you’ll asphyxiate!