Anecdotal Antidote

meh, more high school stuff. Silly, slightly inquisitive.

 

I killed myself this morning
   the blood trickled from my ears;
My body collapsed beneath me
  —prey to my elusive fears!
The gun is smoking in my hand
   the bullet in my head,
The knife is in my chest
   and I lie in a pool of red

 

 

I wish I could die, I wish I could die

 

 

It was such a long way down
   but I like the fall;
I could fly for a moment
   but that was all.
Now I’m cold in the street
   with a rope at my chord
Above all the hate—
   my life can afford.

 

 

I wish I could die, I wish I could die

 

 

It’s not too late for you
   the barrell is still full,
And there’s blades in the kitchen
   and a shell in my skull!
I have some extra twine
   and a cabinet of milk
And this tower is so vacant
   (there’s no blood spilt)
‘Cause I killed my self yesterdayh
   and the room is still warm
My brains painted the wallpaper
   so do not be alarmed;
My heart is still alive
   it’s beating in the floor—
It’s there so you’ll remember,
   I did not use the door.