My Very Last

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

Author's Note

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Reviews

[marie]

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

[Ethale Captor]

What other's lines have I used?

[marie]

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

[Ethale Captor]

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

[marie]

um you read it last year