Whenever I can
I sit atop a hill
Legs crossed
I can see down the street into the city
The mountains
Ocean
Islands
The cool autumn air embraces me
Comforting
I look at that branch and think of hanging myself there.
I walk down that alley, slipping on ice
I wave to the tree
The one that seems to worry about me
Waves frequently when I've been gone too long
Almost like it knows I always want to end my life
How strained my smiles are
I leave the alley
I'm close to home now
Said smile settled upon my face
I say I'm just fine
But really
I'd like to disappear
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Poetryhere. Here will be a series of things Tragic Sad Whatever you call it Things Things I haven't shared Finally shared The things I've kept inside