No more

No one will miss me. 

I have prefect time.

I could take a bottle. 

Or two. 

Just to be sure. 

And die. 

Never to be heard from again. 

Yes. 

I think that would be wonderful. 

No more pain. 

No more being in the way. 

No more me. 

Breathing in this awful world. 

I like the idea. 

Being at peace. 

Maybe I'll take the chance. 

Just maybe... 

Reviews

[Nix]

Beautifully tragic. Shows the inner battle between sweet relief and trudging on. Well written.

[Kitten]

Thank you.

[Chloe]

Maybe is a dangerous thing. This is a beautiful poem, but no human being should ever feel so sick as to want death as an alternative. Life is boring and hard, but it's all there is.

[Kitten]

Thank your for your review