Inside Suicide

They sought the shadow in the shell,

telling stories of her youth in hope

the memories would remind her,

but the kind were blind and the rope

twitched, she kicked without falling,

silently calling for someone to kill her past,

and, at last, there was peace without pain,

the strain ceased, released, she danced her last.




I write this to you,


For I know not where,

I am/will be,

So un-at-rest,

Probably still here,

Can’t fight, can’t run,

Coward that I am,

Perhaps this is my,

Suicide note,

Coward that I am,

For I know not who,

I am – not me,

So un-at-rest,

I write this to you,