Eyes wide
Then closed
Fists clenched
Open slow
Can't breathe
Deep inhale
Try to die
Doomed to fail
0 for 4
Sad efforts
Life drags on
Pain unmeasured
Oh well.
I guess I wasn't meant to die tonight.
But here I lie underneath the lights.
On a bridge overlooking my city, a sprawling mess.
Suicidal as hell, and on Christmas Eve no less.
YOU ARE READING
Time Alone
PuisiWhy do I write? Half to save my life, half in an effort to explain what makes life ugly, difficult, dreadful, and indescribably worthwhile. (Of course it's about a girl) This is what I learn in my time alone.
