09/29/19
They say it won’t hurt.
One. Two. Three.
I’d like to be buried in the dirt.
A. B. C.
D.
It would be so easy.
Like counting ducks.
I wish life were easy.
I’m tired of giving two fucks.
I could slit my wrists
Or tie a noose,
But they’d resist
And cut me loose.
It would be so nice
If nothing existed.
Even a small break would suffice,
But, instead, madness persisted.
My sadness fades away
Every time I’ve ever bled.
My blood would run down the drain.
The water would run red.
It’s an end to the pain.
It would be easy, they said.
Wash the hurt away,
I want to be dead.
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Emery Pine
I’m a poet with sprinklings of fiction. I write with the soul, so I hope you find it interesting and relatable
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