If I were to swallow the entire
bottle,take them all instead
of one, these vacant halls would
If I were to drain myself into the tub,
slit my wrists, and watch the blood-
flow-these silent rooms,
Everything is dark and quiet,
filled with no trace of life.
These people are just spirits, that shift
through the house, conforming
to society's standards, ever changing.
If I were to drink a sip too much,
take a handful too many,
cut too deep, or try to fly-
with a noose around my neck;
I would be free.
I would be up with the birds- flying.
My soul at peace, at rest.
There would be no sadness, no tears-
Free. Untouchable. Unseeable.
I wouldn't be a prisoner- of
myself or anyone else- I would be
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