He places the chair on the old hardwood floor
Can't even bear to look at himself anymore
Turning back from the mirrors that hang all around
He's screaming, but his screams don't even make a sound
Go fucking die
He places the noose around his heavy head
Replaying all the words that you have ever said
He's readying himself for the last big fall.
Bet you didn't think he'd remember them all
Go fucking die
He tightens the rope around his pale throat
Kicks out the chair and begins to choke
Gasping for air while praying for death
Exhaling his very last breaths
Go fucking die
The notes open up on his computer screen
A message from a stranger, he has never even seen
Who couldn't have known what would happen to the guy
Who he had told so simply "Go fucking die"
YOU ARE READING
Handle With Care (Poetry)
PoetryThis is a collection of the poems that I've written, the main themes you will find in this collection, are depression, love, and homosexuality. there will be others of course, the occasional funny one, a themed poem etc. I wrote most of these in the...
