Pure bliss
the feeling of cold steel
as it's dragging on your wrist
the feel
of blood flowing into your hands
it feels like liquid gold
coming from a heart you young but a soul so old
it takes 1:00 for you to bleed out
or so i am told
well this is it
how could i be so bold
as to take my life into my hands
and end it
if only i wasnt so dependent
it seems to be a trend it's
hard to think of me
as anything but a train wreck
as the noose feels tight on my neck
i check
the blood held in my hand
covering that cold
unforgiving steel
i stay on my knees pleading
please
let my die this time
i dont want to end it all
because im afraid of hell
but if it happens on "accident"
oh well
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Overthinker: Spoken word
PoetryAn collection of original spoken word poetry written by me. I hope you enjoy it i write them all on the spot. Thank you to those who read them. Tell me what you think I'd love to hear your feedback.
