disappear.

bleached teeth and stained eyes,
blood spilling out of pretty much everywhere,
do you remember what life was like before this?

before the uncertainty of a tomorrow
and the recollection of memories seemingly
underwhelming because life was a road you've just turned onto?

you're going to make such a pretty corpse, they say.
you're too young to die like this, the others scream,
their chipping nails digging into your skin, begging.

you've just started the journey and already
you've turned around,
heading back to the creator once more?

how dare you leave without saying goodbye.
how dare you disappear without an ounce of regret.
please, please don't leave.