Suicide Regrets Can't Bring Me Down

Words

Cloud my mind

But silence pours out

On this page

Emotions

Turn the contents of my stomach

Forming in the back of my throat

I want everything to go right

But everything is wrong.

Head in the oven

Head in the oven

I’ve got my own methods

I’m writing you letters

I’m writing down words

That somehow will tell you

Everything

That I haven’t already said

Out loud, spat at your face

I wish those words would

Crawl back into my mouth

But I don’t regret them.

Presentation

That’s what I regret

I don’t know why I write to you

You’re a critic

Journal poetry

Don’t let it rhyme

All this is

Writing thoughts

Hitting enter

New line

New line

Emotion in every word

What I feel

It’s alright.

I’ll be okay

Don’t worry about me

I’m big girl, sir