Is death my escape
slit my wrists everyday
swing on a noose the pain will stay
blow off my head
Just more holes for the tears
i have no one to hold
haven't felt loved in years
I could jump off a tower
But why even bother
It would just leave my body broken
Yet my soul would remain misspoken
No, I have no solace no peaceful end
Except the words I choose here to spend
This poem is about:
Me