#bowingout

*LET’S END THIS*  an introspective poem

  I don’t want to be your friend Because I can’t stand myself I emit these toxic fumes that even I can’t escape  Fumes which would feel like being trapped in a boot camp gas chamber with someone you cared about But you wouldn’t want to desert them either However, the longer you held your breath of support, you’re slowly dying as well So let me do you a favor By opening that gas chamber door And…