I am Joe's bloodshot eyes. I am Joe's clenched fist. I am Joe's irregular heartbeat. I am Joe's yearning ****** desire. I am Joe's failing chemical receptors. I am Joe's overdose. I am Joe's attempted ******. I am Joe's official autopsy. I am Joe's medical examiner saying that he died from a cerebral hemorrhage. I am Joe's mass grave. I am Joe's lack of family and friends. I am Joe's mistakes.
I wrapped the suicide note around my throat, It came in the form of a noose. But before I knew what I wanted to do, I had somehow wiggled loose. The stool's too short for this overpowering court, "Back to my old resorts."
I want to write a poem about social **** in my life, but, I just can't because there is no beautiful way to write it, and I'm sick of writing the bad poetry that this site is addicted to. It's not good. It's teenagers complaining about media and drinking and parties and swag and it's just dumb. Write about the important things. And the stupid ****. But make it beautiful. And if you can't, well. I'd avoid publishing if I were you.