to exit the world in a hurry
means that the world has something to do with it
I don’t deserve to live
became a conviction that wouldn’t leave
I shouldn’t exist
was a pain unspoken
I remember your eyes
ever-ready to get rid of yourself
now that I know
now that your eyes are a memory
but you are still looking back at me
you have always been killed
Croque-Melpomene 