Poems

Not just in your head

You've had a long day

Trying so very hard not to listen to all that they have to say

You smile, shake it off, pretend like you don't hear anything they tell you

When all you really want to do is be laying six feet under at a shiny pretty morgue.

You cry out in pain but it's all in your head

The pain that you feel that makes you feel dead

You want to drag that blade, glittering in the sun

And slide across your wrist the blood gleaming in the sun.

You want to make that cut

The one they didn't see

And watch the blood flow out of you cascading like a sea.

As it falls poetically down your body you laugh and sigh but your legs just feel like jelly.

You can't do anything now

Your feeble cries never heard

For you are dead around

And not just in your head