Death Bed

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This poem is about someone in the ER that has attempted suicide and they are just reflecting on why they did it and their hope that they do die in the hospital

Begging for contagion. This fucking hospital won’t save me.

Because these toxins won’t leave me.

Why tell the dead man it’ll be alright or it’ll get better? if it’s all just a selling joke.

I can't really vocalize what I visualize as my demise

But maybe that's the waiting humiliation of suffocating.

I can't tell if I can still cry but I know that it'll horrify even a tough guy

Look how far I’ve come only to lay in a bed without a bullet in the head.

No antidepressant can cure this adolescent and teach him a lesson.

But why even teach a peasant something so unpleasant

Forgive me as I try to contrive my very will to live and thrive.

 


Submitted: February 08, 2019

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