I want to die
It’s what I think the most about
But I’m afraid
I’ll survive
Or I’ll hurt someone else
I could slit my wrists
But then my kids would find me
In a bathtub full of blood
And be traumatised
I could take cyanide
(Can I make cyanide?)
But if I survive
Life would be worse
I could hang myself
Where do I get the rope?
How do I tie the knot?
Where do I hang where no one will find me?
I could jump of the roof at work
It’s high enough
But when they find my gnarled body?
And if I don’t die?
I could take all my pills
But probably end up
Throwing up
Getting my stomach pumped
I could drive into oncoming traffic
But I would kill
The other driver
And in all these cases
If I don’t die
I’ll end up in the psychiatric ward
And who would miss me?
My kids
Sandra
My mom
My brother
But could I please just die?
Or….
Can I learn to value my own life
And stop all this suffering inside?
About the Creator
Hillery D. Keefer
Hi! ^_^
My name is Hillery, with an 'e.' Nice to meet you. I'm new here but I've been writing poetry and flash fiction since I was a child. I like to write in the way that I think, so I guess it's kind of stream-of-consciousness at times.
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I love you Hill!❣️xxx
I would miss you!