This is a poem about suicidal thoughts. The author and I would both like to say that it in no way condones suicide and if anyone has these thoughts, talk to someone immediately. Don't wait, because whatever it is this too shall pass.
So what
stumble up the stairs in the dark
and
bang your head against the wall
and
pretend that you're dead.
Drink until you pass out
or until you've had enough.
so what, who cares? sitting
all alone in bed
stale cigarettes and
beer and
memories of friends-so what,
who cares?
single, solitary, silent in my
room
swallow something new
to make the pain
go away
another day I don't have to feel.
so what, who cares?
sitting all alone in bed
stale cigarettes
and beer
and memories of
friends-
so what, who cares?
A single mistake, made
years ago
such a child that haunts me,
that hurts me so-
"its not your fault" and yet it is
there are just a few
that can really know.
So what
who cares?
sitting all alone in bed,
stale cigarettes
and beer
and memories of friends
so what,
who cares?
hold the blade in your hand
and test the pain
against your thumb
that pain is less
than what is inside-
weigh the options,
only one way to win
so what ,
who cares?
sitting all alone
in bed
stale cigarettes
and beer
and memories
of friends
so what.........