She sits there,
Alone.
With suicide on her mind.
It won't take much,
Just a little dig of her razor,
Or a little too many pills,
Or a gun,
Or a rope and a chair.
But,
There's something holding her back.
She wants with all her heart,
To just give up.
She's tired of fighting
The demons that constantly possess her.
She wants to
Just.
Do it.
But,
You hold her back.
She wonders if you care,
If you might actually like her.
If you would understand.
But,
She assumes you wouldn't.
She wants it to go away,
And death would be sweet relief.
So,
Without further hesitation,
She lets herself collapse.
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Submerged Stories
PoetryLong story short, this is a book of stories about my life that I don't tell anyone else, expressed through the beautiful art of poetry. Poetry is my way of finding myself, and hopefully you as readers will be able to find yourself as well. TRIGGER W...
