Ctrl Z

Sometimes I want to delete myself,

I wish there was a ctrl Z for humans,

If I could just be put back on the shelf,

Like a mason jar of unused cumin. 

At this point, I don't feel much anymore,

I used to be sad, but now I'm just numb, 

For I am just a dysfunctional bore, 

So much so, that no one cares if I'm glum. 

My hope for a final goodbye is strong, 

Knives are my real version of ctrl Z, 

For I do not wish for this to prolong, 

My obnoxious life, ending with me dead.

Reviews

[Donna]

I have read some of your poems and they all pretty much end with suicide. I hope these are just poems and your not feeling this way? You write beautifully!
Take care!