Suicide In sweden

Georgia Watson

Suicide in Sweden:

It’s cold, like the knife that glides across skin. Bleeding out, but it’s always there. And it cracks beneath me, the ice cracks beneath me. I’m sorry I didn’t say more, I’m sorry I couldn’t say more. My fingers they go numb, unlike the mind that always has been. I wanted to say everything, and I wanted to say nothing, all at the same time. And yeah, I wanted to say everything, was it better that I said nothing?

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  • sorenbarrett

    Poetic in its saying of so much in so little and in this case a life time amount in saying nothing. Well written

  • Poetic Licence

    A sense of some one crying out to be heard and listening to, but to scared to speak. A powerful write written really nicely

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Wow! This hits because I have been there to the brink and I know what it is like. This nails it. Well done, Georgia! You are a most profound poet, my friend! 🌹👏

  • Tony36

    BRAVO

  • Georgia Watson

    This is one of the first like very first poems I really wrote

  • rrodriguez

    You said it all... Your poem is expressive; I enjoyed it because of what you said.

  • NafisaSB

    very sad and haunting - glad you lived to tell the tale, though, and wishing you speedy deliverance



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