They say it is hard to kill yourself,
I'm going to prove them wrong,
Yet,
After all the planning,
After all the preparing,
I suddenly realise,
It could never have been so easy,
My way home,
Is lined with bushes,
Filled with thousands,
Of poisonous berries,
And my breath staggers,
And my heart flips,
...Could I?
...Would I?
Fuck it
The single berry,
Is heavy in my palm,
The blood juice stains my skin,
Poison vibrates off the flesh,
After all the planning,
After all the preparing,
This is what it comes down to,
One single berry,
That's all I actually need,
I'm ready,
To leave this wretched life,
But then you come into my mind,
And my stomach spins,
...Could I?
...Would I?
Someday...
But today is NOT that day,
And so I go on living,
Fighting for another day.
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My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)
PoetryIn a world of political madness and anxiety at school, this is MY voice My way of getting my opinion heard. #7 in darkpoetry 3/2/20 #2 in wattpadpoetry2020 2/2/20
