Suicide Week Poem by Dakota Ellerton
Suicide Week
Monday morning
1am it's still dark
death by hanging
that's my mark
Tuesday morning
noose once more
didn't break my neck
just made me sore
Tuesday afternoon
noose in the garage
rickety ladder
what a sabotage
Wednesday morning
bleed from the wrist
tiny blade
awful twist
Thursday morning
full of rage
poisoned past
unlock the cage
surpressed suicide
doesn't last long
say goodbye
tomorrow I'm gone
[Something that's always coming but never arrives; tomorrow.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 4:34:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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