i took my cold hands

and slowly replaced every

                                atom

in my body.

so maybe i could be

    something

different again

         

                                         from what i

                                              was before.

now i lie, rested

with aching muscles.

              they hurt

    (and i know they do).

because i sliced them apart.

took them out of their layered shells

and almost incinerated them.

i did it out of

                             spite.

i would say i was sorry,

but i am not. 

i took   

        myself

and                                                                                                    

                                         altered

myself,

so i could be better now.

(i could be better).

teen suicide