I doubt my suicide will be penciled in on a calendar,
Events will not be planned around it,
But rather
My body will slowly join my soul in death,
As I drown it in whatever burns the most,
And torture it as though it embodies all the things I hate most in the world.
Maybe it does.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry
PoetryMy only escape is through my writing. Welcome to my world ~ It's not very pretty, but I hope it makes you feel something. *Cover credit; Kaylannette
