Hmm.
Suicide.
Movies Love It.
Songs Love It.
Love Loves It.
Pain Loves It.
And Nothingness Loves It.
I Once Tried. One Could Say It Was Passive. In A Physical Sense. Passively Aggressive. Perhaps. I Emptied An Almost Full Bottle Of Advil In My Palm And Stared At It In The Darkness. Looked Up Through The Ceiling And Spoke To My Personal Beliefs. Myself?. Something Else?. Up There?. Down There?. Nowhere?. All Around?.
I Once Had A Hallucination Of The Grim Reaper. He Once Said To Me, ‘If I Cry, You Die’.
I Stood Alone In My Room Perplexed. I Repeated What He Said And Was Clueless. . .
Years Later Learned That He’s Made Of Bones And No Flesh. So…, No Flesh. No Tear Ducts. OH HAHA!, DEAD BONE SKELETON MAN, YOU CAN’T CRY (!!!).
N e Hoo.
Me Alone, 3:00 a.m. A Palm Full Of Pills. And Me Smiling At The Ceiling.
I Threw The Pills Down My Throat And Stopped Thinking Instantly. . .
After I Swallowed And Felt Them Reach My Belly, I Slowly Looked Around And Realized That There Was No Going Back. And Slightly…, Jus Slightly…, Slightly Regretted It. (Sarcasm). Then Gave My Hopes, Wishes, Dreams, And The Rest Of My Love To The Ceiling.
Slept On The Couch And Woke Up Feeling Nothing. . .
The Blinds Were Open.
The Sunlight Beaming Gently Through. And Said Thank You To The Ceiling And Smiled. . . . . . .
P.s. Hope, Trust, True Love, Honesty, Joy, And Eternal Peace!.