Red

december is the last month of the year
It would make sense to end it all here

Just a deliberate slit
Downwards not sideways
As the movies
Show it

It's funny but she knows she would not have to try too hard
If she were to slit her wrist
Not as hard as they tried when they needed a vein
To push medication down
That was the irony of her life
The healthy things were difficult
The harmful things came easy

We are at the same point again
Where we have been for ages
It makes sense to stop the train
To get off the bus

Maybe I was conceived as a joke
And no one will tell me
A joke should not last this long
It becomes a mistake

Just one deliberate vertical line
And we are free
You are free
Of me

I
Cannot
Go
On













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