desperately wishing to die
but being to afraid to do it
it's such a cruel joke.
on one hand? It's bleeding.
crimson red between my fingers.
a sign of failure.
On the other? It's shaking.
the blade nearly slipping.
too cowardly to dig deeper.
the train I take everyday
its so tempting to jump in front of
or let the rail electrocute...
but I'm too afraid.
Because if I somehow live
I'd have to deal with the consequences.
she told me to die.
and inwardly I laughed, because
what do you think ive been doing?
it's so painful to breathe
but stopping and letting my lungs burst
is even more excruciating.
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Life's Memorabilia
PoésieIn haste to make light , one must first conquer darkness A battle between white and black But no one ever seems to mention the murky gray mixtures in between As the quietness of silence covers my ears, I plead to heed my words For there is just so...
