bridget

Poem themed around beginning thoughts of suicide. The little red wagon is. Actually a wagon. I was going through some really hard times and just wanted to be alone. So I went to my porch but some one had left a stupid wagon. I was so mad that it was ruining my peace that I flipped it over and broke it. I later felt is nessasary to apologize.

I don’t want people to know that I’ve thought about killing myself. Because they’d just write me off as crazy. Especially teachers. But I want people to be aware of it, even if they don’t know who it is. So I write suicidal poetry and ‘accidently” leave it in classrooms or public or people to find them. Does anyone else feel that way?