What The Fuck Do You Want?

I want.
I need.
I feel.

I feel too much.
I want things to stop.
I need the sun to set and not come up.
I want pills for infinity.
I want life sealed in a glass jar.
I want it shelved and dusty and gone.
Go away.
Though don't go too far.
Come back so I can make you leave again.

You say that you never want it to end

so I stick around.

But now you're gone, so gone.