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First couple days back from the hospital And already I am hostile I see razors and want to bleed out I see rope and want to hang This is probably going to be a bad thing I see socks that make good chokers when knotted together I see paint that makes good poison when drunk I've lost my innocence I've found the ugly side of life I used to see things as mere objects, not weapons Staples, used to be just a utility for a stapler Glass used to be something you sweeped away Detergent used to be a laundry item And knives used to be eating utensils All I see now is suicide I dream about slitting my wrist open Watching the red spill from my arm Smiling as I bleed to death Sweet serenity I've been writing notes One to my friend One to my brother One to my teacher And one to a ex-lover I've become what I once thought improbable I've become suicidal
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
All I See Now Is Suicide
First couple days back from the hospital And already I am hostile I see razors and want to bleed out I see rope and want to hang This is probably going to be a bad thing I see socks that make good chokers when knotted together I see paint that makes good poison when drunk I've lost my innocence I've found the ugly side of life I used to see things as mere objects, not weapons Staples, used to be just a utility for a stapler Glass used to be something you sweeped away Detergent used to be a laundry item And knives used to be eating utensils All I see now is suicide I dream about slitting my wrist open Watching the red spill from my arm Smiling as I bleed to death Sweet serenity I've been writing notes One to my friend One to my brother One to my teacher And one to a ex-lover I've become what I once thought improbable I've become suicidal
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21/M/Chicago IL
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
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