Open a vein, feel
the rush, exodus,
delicious.
Don’t be afraid,
there’s no pain
in the letting,
delectable.
Watch the red
flow, let it go,
drip,
make it slow,
drip.
If you’ve done
it right, you won’t
wake from the night’s
indescribably peaceful
dream.
YOU ARE READING
End Of The Road
PoetryCollection of poems, short stories, notes, quotes, etc mainly to do with self-harm and suicide