I Could Do It, You Know? by sandracaskey, literature
Literature
I Could Do It, You Know?
I could kill myself, you know?
I could put the razor against my skin.
I could wear the rope as a necklace—
Death by asphyxiation, watching the world fade into a glow.
All sights blurred and memories drawn into a line, so very thin...
Trapped to watch the my life play over; Oh! how hopeless I am; How reckless!
Bounded and ball gagged before the movie I had abruptly ended,
Forced to watch each cruel act I had cast upon myself,
The end result with bare body hanging or bleeding.
A single note, holding my final words and what I wished when I was descended;
Let it begin with, “If you’re reading this, I’m no longer myself,