Sometimes Though

On the darkest days

I sometimes like to imagine my own death.
Like, what would it feel like to take my last breath.
I can imagine myself choking on my tears before I say good bye
to all the people who may or may not cry.
I sometimes just type out a letter saying how I am not the same.
But then I delete it all so no one will take blame.
This world has broken me into a fine dust
and everything I do and say are a series of a bust.
So on the days when I think I will be at the end
I imagine myself hanging from a tight thread.
Some days I think to myself what would be on my grave
RIP: Here lays a girl that could no longer be brave

I always end up pushing those thoughts back
because I think of all the people who may or may not fade to black.
And within my soul, I know I don't want others to hold pain
so for the time being I'll just think these thoughts and push them back again.

Sometimes though. Sometimes I like to think of the end.

Author's Note

A different format then my other poems a bit so far, what do you guys think?