You'd think there is something romantic about
Final moments.

But no one ever told you how that noose would bruise your neck and
Make rubble of the collarbones you tried so hard to keep so perfect.

No one ever told you how twenty pills  would make you shake and
How your bones would freeze, numb, and how much your head would ache.

No one ever told you about your mother and the tears she's bound to weep
When she has to wash the blood from your floor and all the sheets.

No one ever told you the pain lasts long after impact and
That when the train hits, you're almost always still in tact.

Most of all,
No one ever told you that you really are enough and
This is your life, make it yours,
Even if it's rough.

Because there is nothing romantic about
Final moments

When they come too soon.