(I'm convinced this prompt is the cure for writer's block)

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TW: suicidal ideation

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Ask me who I am;

Berate me like my mother.

Clear your throat and

Dare to choke — a boy like any other.

Evade me if you must.

Forget about the stars

Gloating through the curtains when you

Hide behind those bars.

I might call tomorrow,

Jealousy soaked to the bone.

Kudos to your sister, never leaving you alone.

Lonely little lemon boy, a shadow of a

Man.

Nicotine won't fix you

Or convince you that it can.

Paracetamol won't kill you

Quite as quickly as you'd hope.

Release yourself; I'm

Screaming, "Baby, drop the fucking rope."

Three times I cried to shooting stars as you

Unzipped your wrists.

Valour's dead in modern teens;

We're caught up in our fists.

Xanax downed for dinner—

You're forever stuck inside.

Zip me up; I'll take you to the place where heaven died.