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What Closets Do To You

Poetry By: Enw Anhysbys
Poetry



This is for anyone who has ever gone through the pains and hurt of suicide; whether you have lost some one or attempted it yourself. ( I am the latter )


Submitted:Mar 8, 2012    Reads: 13    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


The knife to the throat.

The gun to the chest.

The pills to the lips.

The rope round the neck.

The feet near the edge.

The wind through your hair.

"Do it."

they say.

"You're worthless.

You're worthless!

What have you got to live for?

Nothing!"

You shake your head.

You swallow.

You grip.

You taste the bitterness.

It tightens.

Grips your heart.

You take one step.

And......





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