I know, you're confused...
How could I die more than once?
That question seduced you
Now I have your attention
I can finally release my secret
My secret of daily suicide.
Let me tell you first, I wasn't always this secretive
I used to corrupt the ears of strangers and make friends with my neighbours
I would flaunt my voice but wise men only speak when they don't have a choice
I always had a choice
But I didn't choose well
I dished out my secrets because I trusted all and was naively shocked when betrayal put me into free-fall
Word quickly went around, rumours are so contagious and not being safe was proven to be dangerous
I put my trust in the wrong girl
Then my secret was a secret to the world
Stupid so stupid, I couldn't be that girl whose trust would be so easily be broken
Falling for secrets safe... the safe was always open
I chose to be a different version of me
My wrinkly wet body lay stiff in a river wrapped in debris.
Let me tell you this second, I was not always this sensible
I would cripple myself in debt for the sake of a singular bet
I would glug-glug-glug until I drowned in Ever-clear Grain and drink even more if I could still feel the pain
But I still felt the pain
I always felt the pain
I still feel the pain
I would eat a dish of weed-brownies, I loved my mind-numbing diet and for the meantime this meal made my brain quiet
The stronger I fought it, the harder it fought back, and I kept trying heavier and heavier medicines... seduced by the trap
I used the wrong methods to deal with my truth
My truth buried so far back into my youth
Idiot, such an idiot... you were broken as a child but that doesn't mean you still have to be broken
I have to protect my inner child, sensible me has spoken
I chose to be a different version of myself
After pushing myself right to very edge
I threw my limp un-serving body over the ledge.
Let me tell you thirdly, I wasn't always this open to suicide
I used to think my idealisations were wrong, my willpower weak, my ideas strong
I tortured myself for the very feeling, and cut blood from my thighs as another form of healing
It fuelled the feeling
The scars are still healing
I drew the pictures of my death and planned out my suicide step by step
I swallowed the pills like they were haribo's and I knew my suicide wouldn't be a regret
It was a regret
A regret i'll never forget
The moment I actually tried to die
I realised it wasn't me I wanted to kill
But the purposeless voices that were living inside
I silenced the voices and I planned out their death
I held my throat so tightly until I felt her gasp for her last breath
And now every other day
Is just another death.
YOU ARE READING
An organised mess
PoetryA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...