To DisappearA Poem by Zoe Marie Ross
One, Two, Three, Four,
Why didn't I think about this before? Five, Six, Seven, Eight, I hope somebody finds me too late. Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, I wonder where I'll go, Heaven or Hell? Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, I want to go somewhere I'm never seen. Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, I hate myself, I don't want to be me, Not long now, not many more... Can close my eyes and shut all the doors!
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