I cover my face,
and try to hide,
from recurring thoughts...
of suicide.
Knife or firearm
should I dangle from rope,
or take up using dope,
will it come fast or slow,
if I lacerate will I flow?
Do I embrace for the throttle,
or do I live inside of a bottle?
I would never kill myself,
for sympathy or invain;
but I would to kill the pain.
Joshua Fegley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-declaration-of-self-mutilation/
