I'm planning to die tomorrow

Go through this link to hear my voice😌

If you’re waiting for a sign from the universe,

"Give me one, and I’ll text her."
Take this as one—
because tomorrow will be too late.
As I’m planning to die.

I’ve longed for everything.
Dreamed until my bones ached,
sweated until my skin stung,
And still I woke up with empty hands.
Now—
nothing is holding me back
in this foreign land.

On that highway,
where wandering is forbidden,
I slipped on my heels
and walked in the middle of the road.
If the rage of a frustrated driver
runs straight through me—
I’ll get what I wanted.
If not…
I’ll simply reach home.

I’m not brave enough
to tie my fragile skin to a rope,
or swallow chemicals
that can be washed away clean with some bases and soap.

So I’m leaving this job
in someone else’s hands.
Because nothing—
nothing—
is holding me back
in this foreign land.

Talk to me—
for the last time,
even if it’s your first. 
Maybe write a letter,

If the telephone line of yours is full of rust.

Nothing remains.
I have given up.
Now, courage is all I lack.
Please—
try to hold me back.