Suicide is a woman
I happen to know
She has fled
With many lovers,
Some people I knew,
And others I didn’t
She plays with my
Hair like guitar strings
She gently runs her
Hand down my face
Most nights with her
Are like a daydream
Whispering sweet nothings
Into the lovely abyss
I call my own mind
But it is not mine
She has me
No
She had me
I am not the same person I was
And I hope I am never him again.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
Suicide is a woman
I happen to know
She has fled
With many lovers,
Some people I knew,
And others I didn’t
She plays with my
Hair like guitar strings
She gently runs her
Hand down my face
Most nights with her
Are like a daydream
Whispering sweet nothings
Into the lovely abyss
I call my own mind
But it is not mine
She has me
No
She had me
I am not the same person I was
And I hope I am never him again.
I'm okay :) No need to worry pals.