Glorified Suicide

Suicidal longing once again plagues my meager existence
As dreams of me and whoever I am trickle down the nape of my neck…
It creates a feeling not unlike I’d imagine my blood would feel trickling
Like molten lava making its way down my insignificant body
Pooling on the ground having gone as far as gravitational forces care to allow
The blood pulsating through my veins is giving this illusion that I’m alive
But in my mind stirs the harsh reality that I’m dead to this world
Tears now… Crying for myself when even my own tears are too good for me
It hurts to be walked all over, trodden on and mangled
But I’m sorry if I dirtied your shoes with my infectious blood
Knives pressed to my heart everyday
The long cold blade reminds me of scars and I smile
We both know, I’m too much of a pussy to push it in
Nobody can love you until you love yourself
But self loathing is too much to surpass
How can you love yourself when everyone else loathes you too?
Now excuse me while I take my lady bic to my wrist
Then apologise to the basin for bleeding in it

- Melissa Vowell

Glorified Suicide

Melissa Vowell

Slacks Creek, Australia

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