Minutes

[Eyler]

Thirty minutes beforehand, he wonders how it came to this. He dugs his hands across himself in hopes of scavenging for hope.

Twenty-five minutes beforehand, he lets out tears at the pain of his nails that rip off his skin, sitting in the bathroom.

Twenty minutes beforehand, his mind scrambles for those memories that din't exist to ignore the pain.

Fifteen minutes beforehand, he is already preparing his messages and letters for his loved ones.

Ten minutes beforehand, he cuts his hair and clean his face, looking in the mirror one last time.

Five minutes beforehand, he grabs the knife and leads it up to his neck.

He cried, he cried. He wasn't in the bathroom anymore, he only ran away from it and hid himself in the bedroom. He tells himself he do it another day, Coward.

I'm a coward.

 

[JRSEchelon]

A poem?

Well penned with a lot of deep emotion with each stanza.

I'm on allpoetry.com if you want to share your work there feel free to add me. Would love to have you there in that community to share your thoughts and feelings.

Sending love your way, keep writing. I find it is one of the only things that help me get my thoughts and emotions out.