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Feb 2018
"I'm fine"
"It's okay"
"I'm good"
and flash a smile

I'm not fine, don't you see?
It's not okay, understand it please.
I'm not good, I can't find peace.

Get the rope!
No, pick the knife!
Choose the poison!
thoughts roaming around my insane brain.

I'm tired,
I'm lost,
I'm lonely,
I feel nothing.

I'm stuck,
I'm suicidal,
I'm choosing,
Live or sleep?

I got the rope,
put it high in the living room,
thinking if I should do it,
but I changed my mind.

I picked the knife,
pointed it on my heart,
thinking if I should stab it.
but then I put it down.

I chose the poison,
put it on a glass,
thinking if I should drink it,
but I tossed it in the garbage.

I looked in the mirror,
with my big brown fluffy eyes,
tired of crying,
wish on dying.

Paper works,
And stress.

Tears are falling in line,
ready to flow,
ready to crawl,
ready to fall.

I made my way in the bathroom,
locked up the door and got up in the tub,
I closed my eyes and started mesmerizing everything,
Started to think those darned times to welcome myself in darkness.

before I fall asleep
I said, "goodbye for nothing"
as I closed my eyes, I felt the water enter my body,
tears are on my eyes and I drowned myself while smiling.
Words by: Jc
Sometimes life is so unfair.
Written by
JCabanilla  19/F/Philippines
   Misty Meadows
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