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" I want to die." I said. Like I always say, every few months. He took it in stride, didn't say anything, but let his body glide next to mine. I thought of regular ways to end these endless days. Hanging is such a strange thing, what glory is ending life with a single string? Throwing myself off a balcony had some charm, but living on the first floor, would cause myself more harm then death. Drugs and overdoses seem romantic, but I could end up a vegetable, even more tragic! So here, I lay. Chugging away planning our wedding day.
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Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 9:45 PM UTC
today again.
" I want to die." I said. Like I always say, every few months. He took it in stride, didn't say anything, but let his body glide next to mine. I thought of regular ways to end these endless days. Hanging is such a strange thing, what glory is ending life with a single string? Throwing myself off a balcony had some charm, but living on the first floor, would cause myself more harm then death. Drugs and overdoses seem romantic, but I could end up a vegetable, even more tragic! So here, I lay. Chugging away planning our wedding day.
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Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 9:45 PM UTC
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