Down is the Only Way Out

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I sat in my aunt’s pharmacy staring at a syringe of excess potassium chloride in my hand. In a few minutes, I was going to end my misery. Life had been so cruel. I didn’t care any more. It was time to go. My ma thinks I am a mess. She sees wrong in everything […]

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Suicide Notes

Suicide Notes

Traces of myself Littered about the floor Hanging on the door Spewing aforth the shelves. Traces of my youth Emblazoned on my skin Frescoed on my shins, Watermarks of the truth. Shreds of my heart, Pinned upon these walls, Postcards from my mind’s halls, Shadows in every part. Droplets of my soul Dried upon these […]

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