There’s
Nothing

I’ll carry it to the grave with me
Unwilling though it is
It’s more a part of me than
My own mind

If life were a board game,
What a game to so entice
Is there any secret shortcut?
Perhaps I may just roll the dice

I don’t really know what to say

I started off writing a poem today
I started off writing a poem today that turned into a suicide note.. poem
A beautiful one
In fact, I didn’t even realize it was a goodbye until I typed the last line
And when I finished I sat up
And wondered what was next
I wasn’t stressed
I wasn’t angry
I just was