Dumb decision
Leaving all my misgivings
On the filthy, tagged wall
In the bathroom stall
I like nightmares more than dreams
Because at least nightmares
Are more likely to be real
And more likely to make me feel
The doctors and psychiatrists label it "numb"
Because I can't be diagnosed
I'm "perfectly okay"
And "the symptoms will fade"
Huh funny how I let a stranger
Drown in the entirety of this, of me
As opposed to my family and friends
Guess it's easier if I meet my end
I wrote it in sharpie
Bold in black ink
And I left the sentence in the middle
To make my life seem like a riddle
It will never be erased
I'm forever, permanent
Sure it's in a public bathroom
But name a more memorable tomb
All I'm saying is
It wasn't the best choice
But I wouldn't prefer
To actually be heard
So stranger who's reading this
This is where I end this absurd poem
Until we meet again
Which all depends-
