Pretty Little Noose

Pretty Little Noose

A Poem by midnight reaper

Pretty little noose come tie around my neck
Pretty little noose lets play a game
Suicide option for me
I'm not afraid 
I'm not regretting
Suicide option for me
Come on do it, let it happen
Stop the breathing, close my eyes
Pretty little noose come tie around my neck
Pretty little noose lets play a game
Choke and squirm
But I still know 
Suicide option for me

© 2019 midnight reaper


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I understand you are using writing to deal with the depression, but please keep in mind that the illness does not reflect reality. It magnifies the negative to the point where all else is crowded out. Many, many people have killed themselves over things that would not have bothered them had they not been in an emotionally distorted state. Before you do anything drastic, force yourself to call your local crisis hotline.

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on January 30, 2019
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