Suicide
To anyone who needs help you're not alone.
Dying in this shower
I have all this power
Life and death at my hands
I just wish I could mend
I keep thinking about my own funeral
I understand that this is brutal
I think about when I listen to songs
I just need another hit of a bong
To make this thought go away
So much blood
It feels like a flood
As my body falls on the tub floor
With a long line on my right arm
The door swings wide open
When will this nightmare end
I will fight this plague
I will see another day
I can make a change
I can help myself and then learn to tend to others
(2014)
I wrote this about a vision I keep having in my head when I listen to music sometimes. I didn' t add the part where I try to shoot myself in the shower after cutting myself because I thought it was too much for the poem.
