And there I sat
Planning my demise
Thinking of how badly I wanted to end it Tonight
I want to say I went down fighting
But the only fist colliding
Were mine and my own
If all demons are human why didn't my own go down with the first slice
Instead standing to the end without a wound in sight
So when the time comes I will lay bloody and lifeless
Because now I'm done and not going to fight this
And as they were once on there high horse
They all fall down.
YOU ARE READING
The Pain In His Words
PoetryI live with Suicidal ideation,in other words "Suicidal thoughts ". I write as my way of fighting back.When the world is trying to kill me, and my mind is doing the same.
