AnonymousPoetGirl

I understand now because the decision that ended your life was a simple one despite what they tell you, it's either yes or no in these situations its not "I'll get to it later," its now its black and white and grey no longer exists when they handed you the bottle, it was either yes or no and everyone knows its detrimental to say no so you put your lips to the glass, tip, and attempt to swallow the self-inflicted poison without choking and when the pipe is passed you inhale before you ask what it is youre trapped in a spinning nightmare that was definitely not from weed the only noise that ever escapes your lips is, "Yes, yes, yes." you'

     I look out my small airplane window. We just started climbing up, up, up and I wonder what it would be like to fall from thousands of feet in the air without a parachute. Without a glider. Without a kite. With nothing to keep me up, and all the gravity in the world to keep me falling down, down, down as fast as I can.            A euphoric sense of bliss fills me as I think of this. I could just walk over with a little swing in my hips, throw open the door sealed so securely shut, and let myself fall out the belly of the plane, landing who0knows-what state and let my body rot there. I would love for nothing more than to jump at this mo