Try To Keep A Straight Face Poem by Dakota Ellerton

So inbalanced on the tip of the blade,
I can only tip one way.
It's so delicate,
this body I use.
The abuse it's endured,
I almost pity it, but not quite.
I wrap my hands around my head,
and try so hard not to breathe.
My will power isn't strong enough,
to hold against something so natural.
Now, I pity myself.
Pathetic.
I've dreamt of the moment,
I overcome the fear of pain and accept an empty nothingness.
My eyes open slowly,
dripping bloody tears.
I'd already died,
this is nothing new, embrace it.