She thinks of all the jokes she's made. The countless times she's said to a friend, "Maybe if I stick a knife through my chest, my heart will stop beating like you asked it to" and ended it with a small chuckle. While inside every inch of her effort and determination is fading.
"Take the pin off that wall and slice my vein." What a funny way to die. "Straight up vodka, will it lead me into a sleep in which i stay completely breathless forever?" I hope so.
Angery signs of suicide through desperate comedy. And everyone oversees it.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the ones who can't love themselves
PoesíaSmall poems for the ones who have no idea how to love themselves or save themselves. I promise you're not alone. Even though everynight may seem that way when you're tranced into your set numbness. Enjoy.
