Dear Death,
Thank you
for not taking me that day.
White pills
I was supposed to die.
The morning
I cursed you for not taking me.
But now
I thank you for letting me live.
Sometimes
I still wish you came.
But really
I'm glad you left me.
Lying alone
on my bedroom floor.
Broken
but you wouldn't let me break myself.
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Comments2
Glad that the sad did not occur. Such a feeling of ambivalence expressed here.
It’s been said
That even more pain
Awaits a suicide
On the other side
Hang in there!
Let the seed express
It’s uniqueness
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