End It

if death was a card game

The cuts on my ribs sting and itch but oddly feel satisfying

I'm not suicidal but I've tried my hand at dying

I've folded on queens because I feel like a jack

I push the chips forward surely this time life will let me win

I've lost all of my chips but I'll come back to gamble with life again

Robbed of my dignity itching for another try out of things to gamble with so I'll gamble with my life