Up all night with frantic thoughts.
Frantic thoughts, then depressed ones, then nothing.
Light. Another day…the last song the birds will sing.
I start up my car though I haven’t wings.
End this life maybe to start again.
Drive west until I find the ocean. A lake or pond won’t do.
No longer brought down by emotions. I will be free.
Spent so long cutting ties it won’t be a loss. It’ll just be.
Open a bottle with pills colored blue.
I through my phone into the water.
Swallow
Breathe
Light off the water and then I sing the last song i’ll ever sing.
Maybe I won’t go.
Maybe I won’t…