"sucicide" poems
Shame on me,
For not trying harder to be a miscarriaged baby,
Shame on me through being a surviver of a deadly tumor,
I am a tumor of the world,
Shame on me for taking up space,
Shame on me from not being able to prevent her sucicide,
Shame is all I feel,
I am shame itself;
And that voice inside my head I can’t figure out if it’s actually mine,
Or if I died off long ago,
And now I’m just something’s vessel.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
First you take a drink,
Then the drink takes you.
You start asking,
Could have,
Might have,
Or should have.
I’m starting to realize that anger,
Tears,
And sadness are for those who have given up.
Have I given up..?
Is drunkenness a temporary sucicide?
My anxiety is feeling like a rocking chair,
It gives me something to do,
But it doesn’t get me far.
It’s not stress that kills me,
It’s how I react to it.
Baby open your door,
Cause I’ve been waiting for my blessing.
Give me all the keys,
And I’ll lock away the darkness.
If your grace is an ocean,
Then please let me drown.
In your arms,
I find refuge.
Did you say you love me?
Or do my ears deceive me.
Cause I’ll say the same words,
But I’ll shout them clearly.
I’m so glad you came,
You drew the curtain on the night.
When you call my name,
I can’t help but smile.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC