Sitting patiently on the edge,
Heart pounding and stomach knotted,
I prepare to take the plunge.
My conscious warding me away,
The depression shoving me towards.
My palms smell of sweat
And body of untaken showers.
Gripping my pack and lighter,
I walk into the room with overlapping chatter
And head straight for the *****
With shaking arms and swelled eyes,
I take a sip of future regret.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
Sitting patiently on the edge,
Heart pounding and stomach knotted,
I prepare to take the plunge.
My conscious warding me away,
The depression shoving me towards.
My palms smell of sweat
And body of untaken showers.
Gripping my pack and lighter,
I walk into the room with overlapping chatter
And head straight for the *****
With shaking arms and swelled eyes,
I take a sip of future regret.
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