Category : Poems

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I killed myself on May 11

May 7
I talked to an ill man on the top of my roof. 
I was told to untie my shoes and throw them on the line that
Connects power throughout the city.
I missed the line and went straight towards the river water.
Why did i miss.
You’re making it hard old man.

May 8
I walk home on weekdays from the sunset that never fails 
To go toward washington street.
It confuses me.
Living in this world is like trying to write without opening your eyes.
You don’t know where your hands will take you. 

May 9
Talk to me nicely
I get confused with the idea of love
Rather than the feeling
The man who held my hands so gently with the touch of careful
Reminiscence of once cheerful laughter 
The awkwardness excited my insides.

May 10
From one person to another,
I still gave myself the chance to change the meaning of truth.
The end just never comes.
The point where your arms are a canvas and your brain makes 
The decision of what you do with the brush.

May 11
Shots at my body till it becomes a numb passive cramp
I lay myself asleep to only wake to a stranger with low ecstasy
Inside of them.
The guilt is mesmerising. 
I trapped myself in a tunnel where i constantly lose.

May 12
Today was my funeral.
Open casket, everyone who has held a grudge against my soul
Will see my reckless decisions.
My body will become the property of the earth. 
And you my love will see everything that was so special.