There's another way
Off the ledge
No blades
No fists
No jumping
No being pushed
Just disappearing
DELETE
One push of a button
And I disappear
My work vanishes
It's as if time
Resets itself
Would anyone ask
Where I was?
Or would it be
Out of sight
Out of mind?
No more
Unpalatable poems
No more
Depressing topics
No more
Me
The world could happily
Return to rainbows and kittens
Light, funny, and engaging
All the things I'm told that
People who read poetry
Would rather see
As for me?
DELETE
Would be the first step
In my attempt
To vanish
No more vulnerable
Honest
Raw
I would disappear a little
With each poem I killed
Until there was nothing left
Until I had faded too far
To come back
The ledge would stand
Silent
Empty
A testament to how
I didn't jump
And a reminder that
There's more than one way
For the darkness to win