My Very Last

My Very Last

A Poem by Ethale Captor

Myself disagrees with me.


I can't take much more

I'm already on the edge

I know life will push me

Or I will throw myself off of this ledge


I've reached my breaking point

My mind is gone, I figure

If yours is too, count to three

And we'll both pull the trigger


We'll take turns with the bottle

'Till there are no pills remaining

Or cut each others wrists

And create a beautiful painting


There are so many ways

To end this dreadful game

Whether it be quick or painful

To me, it's all the same


So, how about it?

Myself, what do you say?

We can get this over with

No one will miss us anyway


Me and Myself alone

We will never be caught

And, just for the record,

It's not Myself's fault


I say this as I peer

Into my mirror glass

For these words are my own

For they are my very last

© 2012 Ethale Captor

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see i'm not the only one who uses others lines!!! great job by the way you personified what i was trying to say :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


9 Years Ago

Count to three and we'll both pull the trigger its from a really bad poem I wrote a long time ago
Ethale Captor

9 Years Ago

Interesting, this poem of which you speak is one I have yet to read.

9 Years Ago

um you read it last year

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Last Updated on November 12, 2012
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