A bottle of pills, suddenly seems to be nothing more than candy, because the effects are nothing compared to how sweet the ever so reliable flavor of death is.
A razor blade, slid quickly across my wrist, getting rid of every last bit of pain, and bringing me to the light in all of its glory. Forever.
A rope, wrapped around my neck, suffocating all of the demons, and letting me finally be free.
A building, as tall as they get, so I can feel how falling as a human, is nothing next to flying as an angel.
A bullet, so it is a fast, smooth, painless transition from one life to the next...
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If I Die Tonight
PoetryPoetry about suicide and mental illnesses. Letters in the form of slam poems will appear here too.
