The Suicide Victim: Story of my Parting

Bland, the world is hovering in between
A sense of limbo and some lethargy
And as I breathe it hurts to think
Of all the friends I’ve left behind
A love that never came to age
And all the things I could’ve done
Shards of glass prickling in my mind
Poking my convictions and beliefs
Bleeding all my life from memory
Until the blood, up to my knees
Crawls back into the cuts along my wrists
Toiling through my wretched corpse
Mixing in my flesh until I’m ruled
By pain and grief
An aching feeling I cannot escape
Unless I choose to cut myself again
Hoping that some random flowerbed
Between my feet
So cold and callous from the days
Would mix into this dark-red pond
Some sense of love, belonging and direction
And as I bleed my wrongs away
So soggy from the melting of my mind
I choose to drown in my own blood
And leave this world behind

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