The Things I Love Are Killing Me - Teen Suicide

All forms of desire

Have left this body now

It feels so tired

White room, empty house

What if my heart’s not in it?

It could happen to me

What would you do

If the things you loved were killing you?

What day will they choose

When the earth decides to cut me loose?

In an auditorium

Taking methadone with my friends

Beside a lake with my dad in '96

Hope I get choices

The things I love are killing me now