*TRIGGER WARNING FOR SUICIDE
Sometimes I think
A tunnel pitch black
Bright lights get closer
Shivering on a train track
Sometimes I think
I hold twenty five
Swallow them all
Stomach's a beehive
Sometimes I think
All my body does is groan
Haven't eaten for weeks
Skinny to the bone
Sometimes I think
In the bathtub I lay
Razor in my hand
Water only filled halfway
Sometimes I think
Walk off the boardwalk
Tied to my feet-
A heavy cinder block
Sometimes I think
Up. Down. Wrap. Thread.
Stand on the chair
Slip the knot over my head
But I know
I'll find a way to cope
Fuck the world
I still have hope
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My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
