and i know,
i know you are hurting,
i know you want this all
to stop.
i know you're thinking
of those pills,
and swallowing the bottle.
i know you're thinking
of that rope in the garage,
and how it would look
hanging from your ceiling.
i know you're thinking
of the rusty razor
under your bathroom counter,
and how it would make jagged,
horrible lines on your arms,
because the blade is not sharp
from far too much use.
i know you are thinking of this,
i know you are picturing it,
because i have too,
but i don't anymore,
because i think i realized
that ending my pain
would only cause it
to be passed to another,
and i do not wish this,
this horrible fate,
this horrible feeling,
upon another living thing.
YOU ARE READING
『ɴᴇғᴇʟɪʙᴀᴛᴀ』
Puisi˗ˏˋ nefelibata ˊˎ˗ (n.) ❝cloud walker; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art❞ ❀poetry by the author (that isn't really poetry)
