Could It Be More Clear Poem by Ariel Miles

A blank page
with dark circles
that I fall into
and they never end
so my screams are infinite
just as I pray my sleep to be
I'm lost
and those big, bold letter only block my view
the fine print
isn't so fine
& the bad news
turns me blue
could it be more clear
that I don't belong here
and my only escape
is my most dangerous fate
but that fate is so appealing
as i slit my wrist, bleed,
and my skin just begins peeling
rigt now, I'm at a low point in life
I look down, from this height
and see that if I jump, it won't hurt much
tempt me with your ouch
and give me that adrenaline rush
Could It Be More Clear
that I wait for death everytime I open my eyes & breathe