you shot yourself

youre dying

youre dead 

your bones have withered into a single sheet

your breaths are shallow, willfully

but it's not your fault, that missing will

your mind is scattered, like you are

youre here, then there, then there

then no where 

you were so kind

your friends decided to throw you a party

but you shot yourself

and cut off your ear 

so you can no longer hear

what is the answer to this formula?

how can you help someone that already knows how it'll end?

how can you save someone who has fallen in love with their very own pain?