every little thing is a weapon
my way to salvation
every sharp object; a blade
to cut deep into my veins
every cord easily tied to a noose
so I can dangle freely
as I squeeze out my last breath
every roof or bridge; the perfect height
for my final climb
every pill; a potent poison
when taken in the right dosage
everywhere I look
I see a thousand ways to die
everyday I’m alive
I daydream a thousand little suicides
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I’m sorry I have to mention this:
KILLDO.
Killdo? Eww man. Hahaha watch out for that carrot! xD
Oh, and I liked this post. ^__^
haha I love that show, my favorite one is when the couple is in the hospital for eating bad snails and they slowly start going insane and the guy turns to the girl and is like “o by the way, I’m gay the only reason I went out with you is because you’re boobs are tiny and you look like a boy” It was hilarious
Ha!me to but it’s kinda scary like the one where the mN liked sticking things up his butt!ew never shake hands with a stranger!
I also see ways to die, opertunities and places to die, things i cpuld do it with.
Tell me, are most of us like this?
I think a lot of suicidal people are this way, every time I’ve been committed to a psych ward, they would take anything they presumed to be dangerous away from us, so we didn’t have much to do. All of us would just sit around and joke about all the ways we could kill ourselves with just the objects in the room
Really good poem. Enjoyed it.