Failed

Feather Hi-Stainless
In a 45° angle pointed to left wrist
I extracted the flowing red gelee

I tried to hang myself
With a thin black tie
I tied it to the gym bar
It got painful and I fought back

So maybe it was still too soon to die?

As I try to live, I am not as myself, but am I somebody?

Am I just clinging to earth with this facade of lies?

When was it that I had become so bad at living?