Not Me

once again, a poem from last year...

This isn't my mind,
thinking this way,
Those aren't my fingers,
writing this note.
This isn't my hand,
grabbing the pills,
This isn't my mouth,
swallowing them all.
These aren't my feet,
carrying me outside,
this isn't my note,
left on the door.
This isn't my body,
climbing the roof,
These aren't my legs,
pushing me off the roof.
That's not ME,
crashing to the ground,
with a sickening crack.
That's not my blood,
spilling in pools,
This isn't my end,
Coming so soon...
Or is it?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. Easy to become separate from real life. Better to face life and hope for the best. I like the tale in this poem. I like poetry that ends with a question. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[D S Rollins]

Wow... why so dark?! But this just gave me an imagery overload.

[Thomas Sawyer]

Best one yet. Dark poem, well written. Suicide's not one of my favorite topics though.

[freelancejouster]

have i read this before? it seems familiar... i still like it, lol