Snapped

Ajax (he/xe)

A belt in my closet

Closed around my throat

All this shit’s blurry

Blacked out,comatose

I can’t see, my body’s tingly

My nose hurts,

I smashed it on something

I can kind of see now,

 it’s still really blurry

I’m on the closet floor,

Half a belt round my neck

The other half is still tied to the bar.

I think I almost died.

But it snapped, 

Goddamnit. 

  • Author: Ajax (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 25th, 2022 02:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: my nose really fucking hurts honestly how hard did i smash it
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 21
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  • L. B. Mek

    'even this: I can't do right'
    is the warped mindset
    of those who survive, such tragedies
    at least initially, later though
    if they heed, their reprieve's
    fortunes
    they hear that whisper, of noises
    only the living can indulge in
    and maybe
    just maybe, there's enough left
    within them
    to make something more
    out of their lives
    than a mere, stat sheet addition
    to defeat's, spreadsheet
    of all-thing, finality - Bleak...
    (I'm just glad such horrific notions are so absurd to you
    you make fun of them
    it's a healthy sign, hope you never
    get to understand
    the horror imbued
    in these words you share
    with your fellow survivors
    of such a broken world)
    thanks for sharing, dear poet

    • Ajax (he/xe)

      yeah I tend to use humor to cope with/cover up my emotions lol

    • ProfessionalPaperDigester

      While I'm sure this is an exaggeration, I hope you truly don't feel as though this is an life worth escaping. We all hate our lives at one point, it's human to want more than what we've been give, and when we have no known life after death the unknown is more mentally pleasing than the horrors we are forced to live through. Keep your head up and out of that belt, and keep moving along, because eventually it will be worth the tired effort. You will find that happiness, especially when we never feel we can. Your profile is quite fitting this poem as well, that scene messed me up for a week or two.



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