Maybe Invisible
Life is tough
its ending for me.
Should I play with this knife?
Should I slit my wrist again?
Should I use this rope?
I could hang from the rafters so high.
Should I open that window,
I could jump and be free
feeling like I could fly.
Maybe I should take a trip to the railroad,
then I could die.
Would anyone miss me?
Would anyone even care?
Would they notice I was gone,
of course my love would,
but would I?
This poem is an update to the original which is copyrighted in The Poetry Book of Shadows by: Tara Updike and Contemporaries.
its ending for me.
Should I play with this knife?
Should I slit my wrist again?
Should I use this rope?
I could hang from the rafters so high.
Should I open that window,
I could jump and be free
feeling like I could fly.
Maybe I should take a trip to the railroad,
then I could die.
Would anyone miss me?
Would anyone even care?
Would they notice I was gone,
of course my love would,
but would I?
This poem is an update to the original which is copyrighted in The Poetry Book of Shadows by: Tara Updike and Contemporaries.
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