I'm writing a suicide note
At 10:39,
Because these deadly thoughts
Cross my mind.
Doesn't mean I'll take action,
I've written hundreds before.
But on my way out,
I promise to lock the door.
What hurts the most
Is killing me now,
You shoved me away
And I'm crouched in a bow.
I've never seen this side
Before, but now it's here,
So I'll just slip away
And disappear.
STAI LEGGENDO
After Death
PoesiaAfter one piece of you dies, what becomes of the rest? (Sequel to "Torched.")
