Gasping
I suck in polluted air
and burn my lungs.
Scratchy
the surface of the rope
lays around my neck
ready to jump
Submerged
my head feels light
my body is waitless
held down by a cement block
i'm seconds away
on death's doorstep
hand in hand
walking away
into darkness
the light flickers
then it's gone..
Sometimes the world just needs a little reminder to show what it's made of.
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