cracked pepper

I should drink myself to oblivion.
Or maybe I should just fall asleep.
I’m waiting for someone to tell me to stop.
I just want someone to tell me to stop.
I wish I had a reason.
Nothing makes more sense than the art of disappearance.
Misdirection from a tragic conception.
Conceived from roots of being somewhere new.
When it seems that no one would care.
Just tell me to stop.
Before I’m all gone.