Maybe another night

Ajax (he/xe)

I'm crying

It's almost 11

In the midst of my despair

A belt catches my eye

I grab it

Fasten it around my neck

And hang it in my closet

But then I chicken out

I can't bear to live

But I'm too scared to die

Gathering my last ounce of strength

Before I see nothing but black

I untie the belt from my closet

My neck hurts

It hurts to breathe

It hurts to speak

It hurts to drink

It hurts to eat

Everything hurts

Bruises are already forming

My legs feel so weak

It's only Monday 

I have school tomorrow

What will the kids say?

What will they think of the bruise?

I should've given this more thought

And done this another day

  • Author: Ajax (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 19th, 2021 00:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: I'd prefer not to give the reason why I wrote this
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 42
  • Users favorite of this poem: James Michael, RainningHearts
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  • L. B. Mek

    I just hope, for your sake
    this is your expression of creativity, with that added shock factor
    and not based on anything literal, you've experienced in life..
    (if the actual reality of context
    is anything close to the latter,
    please: seek help)



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