Dear Death

NinjaGirl

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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  • sorenbarrett

    Glad that the sad did not occur. Such a feeling of ambivalence expressed here.

  • Mutley Ravishes

    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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