I don't know anymore

What am i to you? A friend, a follower, a annoying presence, or a raccoon. A raccoon that stick on to anyone that show kindness. The start a obsessive, a obsessive to feel loved. Love forever, and ever, Forever... A raccoon that trash, using the trash to make art, art that show truth. A truth I'll never want to tell. I just want to jump off, fall to my death. To stop everything in the world. No more pomes, no more songs, no more metaphors. Just the clear truth now, i want to die but i can't because people care about me. Even if i don't really believe it. I don't want to die yet because i need to tell or show something, and just live in the moment again.