I'm Executed Poem by Ella Sutherland

I'm Executed



I wear my sadness around my neck like a noose,
Struggling against it, desperate to make it loose.
I wear my anxiety like a coat,
With the darkness stuck around my throat.
I never bleed anything that will ever matter,
Let my heart break into 1 million pieces and shatter.
When I'm gone, maybe my words won't be muted,
By the time it's too late, I'm executed.

Wednesday, March 6, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: pain,sadness,suicide
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