It's quiet, the only noise barely hearable is my tears landing on the mattress.
I get the rope I hid away from everyone, out of my cupboard.
No one knows about it, it's my secret.
It certainly is strong enough to hold a body with all it's demons and darkness in it.
While I attach it to my bed infront of the window.
I think about everything; everyone; him..
I freeze.
My breath stops and for a second, even my heart stops beating.
With the rope around my neck, I climb out of the window.
I look down.
One last breath, one last thought.
Everything hits me and I fall..
endlessly..
YOU ARE READING
I'm alone
PoetryFeeling lonely, empty or numb can be overwhelming for anyone, with or without experience. Sometimes one needs an escape, a sort of drug that isn't bought but created and felt. A drug that is more than just a temporary escape and hard to access. Some...
