Countless tribulations that make it so very difficult to be
All answers are pointing to just be rid of it and not to be me
Questions fill my mind of thoughts of suicide but the ego steps in with too much pride
Lurking in the dark are queries of how one can accomplish such an atrocity
Yet the enormous difficulties make this issue much simpler to have such veracity
The issue of should I get a revolver and wrap my quivering lips around it
Alas the resolution would be an unrecognizable face and the mortician will have trouble and throw a fit
Not to mention the mess that would make and the nightmares of the one who finds me must now partake
Ah hah! A simpler more silent means is to get a noose and kick the chair from under me
But what if it doesn’t work and somehow the rope breaks; now a bruise is apparent for others to see!
A better solution is to find a bridge and just jump into the abyss
Ah bugger! With my luck it won’t be sudden and end up crippled because I missed!
Just get on with it already! Here is a bottle of Aspirins and a bottle of Gin
Take it and consume it all so that is where I shall begin
The sour taste of the aspirins as they wash down my throat
A smooth strong taste of gin burning as it is swallowed – I sit back and gloat
Oh God! What did I just do what stupidity! What madness!
I don’t want to die like this consumed with sadness!
My body starts to wobble my head is feeling hazy
Tears overflowing I realize I need help because I’m crazy!
Is it too late for me to be!? I think I decided simply not to be!
The struggle and mental process of what to do and how to do it, and leaving the ending open for the reader to decide, is very engaging. Well done!
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