we joke about it
you want me to murder you
but you insist it not hurt
and i tell you that
if it ever came down to it
i would follow soon after
i think too much about it
maybe this is why i don’t have friends
painless leaves few options
maybe pills for you
just a gentle falling asleep
or a squeeze of the iv bag
some extra morphine
like i always imagined i’d
have to do for someone else
like i would hope someone
would have the sense to do
for me
but for me, maybe a hose
from the exhaust pipe
through the passenger window
and i could listen to
death cab for cutie on my phone
because that would be ironic
this is why i don’t have friends
Words and Feathers 
I’m your friend 😦 Well, if you promise not to murder me just yet. 🙂 I love this poem… amazing to think of someone you trust with your life to have the courage to end it when the time comes. ❤
No murder in your future 😘
I enjoyed this poem, immensely. I don’t have many friends, too. They’re all dead.
Oh, Slash. You kill me!
🔫 💣 🔪 🗡 ⚔ Haha. You say the most beautiful things, Crow man.
**bows respectfully – whilst keeping eyes open and safe distance**