Crimson stained tiles
Splatter marks of arterial spurts.
Emptied veins and a corpse decorate the scene
Paper notes and razor blades.
Body in the bathtub
Soaked in blood and tears.
He is as beautiful in death
As he was in life.
Slit wrists,
Slit throat,
Razor still embedded.
Empty eyes gazing at the door wistfully.
He wanted to be saved,
Not from death
Not from himself
But from life.
He wasn't scared,
Or disturbed.
He was simply sad.
Because everyone else is still living
Suffering.
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Poetry Collection
PoesíaVarious thoughts and feelings, of someone with a death wish. If a link is posted, I was likely listening to it at the time of writing the poems. Trigger warning.
