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I Died


Last week I wanted to die

I’ve wanted to die for seven months actually

Last week I tried

Last week I lived

 

Monday I drowned

I let my nose slip below the water in the tub

I breathed in the sudsy water

But then I sat up

 

Tuesday I took too many pills

I swallowed the whole bottle at once

I let the empty plastic hit the tile

But then I spit it all into the sink

 

Wednesday I drove into oncoming traffic

I steered right across the yellow lines

I ignored the blaring horns

But then I jerked the wheel the other way

 

Thursday I suffocated myself

I tied the plastic bag around my neck

I let the oxygen escape me

But then I ripped the bag off

 

Friday I cried

I decided to live

I prayed

Because dying won’t save me, you will

 

Any time I came close

You came closer

Every time I took my last breathe

You breathed my next

 

I thought I would die

Because you left me

But you left me

So you could save me

 
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