I pressed my finger to that soft spot just behind my ear above my mastoid process
imagined putting a barrel there
that spot is the best way to ensure death if I use a gun
that’s not how I’d do it in actuality
but I can’t mimic hemlock and sleeping pills with a finger
I whispered ‘I want to live’
over and over into my pillow
as many times as it took for me to believe it
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 4:42 AM UTC
I pressed my finger to that soft spot just behind my ear above my mastoid process
imagined putting a barrel there
that spot is the best way to ensure death if I use a gun
that’s not how I’d do it in actuality
but I can’t mimic hemlock and sleeping pills with a finger
I whispered ‘I want to live’
over and over into my pillow
as many times as it took for me to believe it
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