suicide

book

i'll flip through the pages

of my literal demise

and i'll hightlight the key points

first by color then by size

then i'll circumspectively

without a doubt, undoubtedly

rip my soul out of the book

and eat it just for calories

i know i've done some wrong

and the ink will not erase

my arm conveys my pain

first with pen and then i'll trace

my past i can't emrace

because i can't seem to forgive

because i'm trapped within a book

and my thoughts are all that live

first let it be said

i can no longer fall asleep

my mind stays up all night

just to eat away at me

and when i'm all consumed

my head will spit me up

because if i perish

my words would run amok