You/Me

You are my hate
Boiling my blood
Rushing through my body
Racing past my never beating heart
Soon to be dripping from my wrists

You are the noose
A chord to grip my neck
Cut off my air supply
Swinging back and forth
A limp puppet on a string

You are the shove
Sending me over the edge
You you are the rocks in the valley
To crack my head
Shatter my spine

You are the blade
The knife to dig in
Cutting through flesh
Ripping my veins apart
A razor to set me free

You are the trigger
The bullet that enters my skull
A pin to strike the primer
The barrel in my mouth
An unforgiving explosion