Suicide Note In Mid Summer

I guess one day, like they all say, 

I'll be able to get dig myself out of my mattress 

without wanting to cry out in pain 

from the weight of the world on my rib cage

and my limps won't feel so numb

from the nights my bedroom filled with mountains of snow.

Maybe I'll be able to stay when my head gets hushed

and not be so damn afraid of the voice in the background

reminding me of the days when the air was filled 

with the king and queen screaming and lies danced of his tongue.

Maybe I'll get look at the girl staring back

and not want to find the nearest sharp edge to hug.

But even though winter has ended and I've thawed,

I think I'll stay under covers for another month or so

because my bones are chilled and my clothes are uncomfortably damp.

I thought this spring would carry new winds

but it seems that I'm still being lulled in the same direction.

So I'll wait and wait to be tucked tightly into a dirt bed

and hope to God that I won't wake up to another numbing winter.

Reviews

[Lucid Dreamer]

This was so dark, but at the same time a beautiful read! I want to say I enjoyed it, but I feel like that would be the wrong thing to say ha. Anyways great poem!