I always have a noose on.
You don't see it,
But I wear it everyday.
I stand with a rope
Around my neck,
Waiting.
Waiting for who'll
Pull out the chair.
And when they do,
I'll gladly accept the relief that comes
When I fall, no longer standing
Or waiting,
Just relieved,
Happy that I'm finally
At peace.
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Hopelessness
Puisisome poems and prose about my personal experiences with mental illness, self harm, and a couple other things like love and such. i do not, under any circumstances, endorse suicide or self harm. these are simply poems i write about my feelings and ex...
