Take a gun
Shoot my head
Maybe I’d be better dead
Take a knife
Slit my wrist
Baby I’m so over this
Toss that rope
Let’s make it quick
Leave my body in the ditch
Make them search
Make them cry
They’ll find me once the blood has dried
Eyes turned white
From heavy winds
Bruised and beaten
Limb to limb
I hope they sit around
And wonder why
I left without the slightest goodbye.

This poem was written/submitted by Ashley Dooher.