it's amazing what the conscious can come up with
such as spiraling and forcing
your negative thoughts down your throat
to the point you can dream up your own suicide
and think about how everyone would react
and how you would feel about everyone's reaction
and how little guilt youd feel
for giving up
and leaving everyone else to rot
it can dream up each and every way
you can destroy your brain
so callously
and with immaculate detail
and it calculates the one
that would hurt the least,
be the easiest to perform in your limited time left,
and which would be the least noticable
to avoid you from not being able to pull it off.
it's so skilled in giving you exactly what you want.
and all within seconds, planning everything out
to your complete satisfaction.
it gives you the best way to end its stream of life
and constant run through of thoughts
it tells you exactly how to shut it up
with no regret or remorse for anything left behind
it tells you how to mutilate
the mass and source of pain in your life
without a second thought.
it's magical how cold and calculating it can be
even when in doubt of what may come after,
it continues its unyielding pursuit of happiness
even if it tells you just putting it out of its misery
is the only option
its devotion to being content
leads it further astray from
what help you may need
believing you can fix things yourself
it can push you to take things into your own hands
and at the mercy of your own tools of destruction
may your demise be swift and painless
and your death be satisfactory
it hurts you a lot to think this way
but it does not change the way that i think
and this is it
may 3 months be soon and be instrumental
in helping me be less emotion based.
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
