I’ve tried so hard to stop living.  You would think that killing yourself is the easiest thing to do, but it’s like trying to give yourself a papercut on purpose.  Sometimes accidents happen, and you turn the page a little too quickly, and you wince as you look at your bleeding finger,  as it stings…

Who are you?         I shouldn’t say, I don’t mean anything.  You take from me.                   You could help me but you won’t. Resentfully,  I don’t know if you get it.     I’m broken.  One hinge is pulled apart, you have been rough with me.                         And yet,                        I wish you had come home because it was cheerful for…

Darkness has overpowered me. I think I see a light, but no, it is my own dying soul. 3 feet wide, 73 inches deep, this hole in the ground, Is devouring me all. Eating it up, hour by hour, day by day, while I am waiting for my fate, To strike and release the pain…

The Sun shining through my open window, I hear the birds chirping and the wind in the trees. I feel the creaking of my house, as others stir in their warm beds to awaken to another bright day.  But I do not feel bright, the sun on my face does not give me enough warmth. …

“What did you do to yourself?” I look down at my arms, I look down at my legs, My stomach, My hands. “This Isn’t me,” I say. “This can’t be me.” I look at this body that claims to be my own. I touch its face, and cover its eyes, Hoping,  Praying, That this is…

By N.B All she wanted to do was let go To sink into the dirt, to melt into the grass to stay still at last, as she slowly decayed. Her decomposing body would add to the soil, give food to creatures in need, allow those seeking shelter to hide in her once warm and pumping…