Twisted thoughts
Collective objects
Sharp instruments that can cut though the veins smoothly
leaving no traces of ridged edges
I know now that the
Doctors won’t be able to find the actual incisions unless it bleeds through and the blood surfaces to the top of my skin
That is the only way they will know that I’ve sliced through my veins
As I sit near the window sill
Looking out I see
The vultures of deep black
Ravens
The sign of death drawing near
The sun dims as the moon shadows over
Thunder and lightning yet no sign of rain heading near
As
Twisted thoughts enters my head
If I pierced through just a little more
I can implode the vein causing me to bleed out
Leaving my body dried out as if someone sucked the life out of my lungs
And ripped out my beating heart
I imagine
How would the coroner write their report
Would it be suicide or just another victim to a brutal attack of
Twisted thoughts
Implicated by another individual
Would the news report on television state that “a young woman who was filled with such love by others committed suicide because she was still not happy?”
Or would the title on the front page leave everyone worrying because they believe that someone like me who enjoys life so much was brutally attacked in her own home?
I wonder sometimes if I did commit suicide,
What would the world believe and the ones who knows me
How would they look at the frontlines of the newspaper while they sip on their morning coffee?
I wonder what would they feel?
As I sit
With twisted thoughts of dismembering my body parts because I am fed up of life that which I was never happy at all
Pleasing others before myself
Taking into consideration of other individuals and their feelings
I forgot myself
And now that I am far gone
I live on with twisted thoughts 💭
To be continued…
Title given by; Gary B.
Optimistic Devi ❤️✍️🙏
