I see nothing but a closed door,
The people inside
have strangled me.
I regret not stabbing myself
the first time around
the forgettable fart
that I am
Oh, death
Come to me and hold my hand
Let’s go to your place
I know the walk of shame
My death will
sweep in more worthy life
…..
…..
….
There you go.
Open the door
I see the staff
Now, impale me
And let me exhale
all the death inside
….
…
..
.
This poem was first published on Invisible Illness and is part of a series called ‘The Suicide Diaries’.
