Convincing myself of loss

While I'm dressed in privilege

Pretending to be a victim

When I know it could be worse

Like the day that he said

I'm done; I can't do this anymore

And I didn't kill myself

As if it made a difference

But I wonder why

It would keep getting worse

As if your heartbeat

Wasn't my rock bottom

It still hasn't killed me

But it hasn't stopped trying

I'm not a victim

It has yet to sacrifice me

And when it does

At least I will be dead