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Bidders Triers Failures Mockers
i can imagine failed suicide bids are a real kick in the teeth
not cry outs but actual die outs
waking up in the hospital bed
for a matter of hours/days you may feel some relief
or even joy at the escape from the escape
surely though the compound of guilt, fear and regret
will soon overpower those wilting rays of survival instinct
failure on the grandest level possible
maybe a certain percentage will grasp this unwanted at first
second chance
the majority will double the dose and add a little
vodka to the mix
and fail again
not worth thinking about
also imagine the part timers
whom a need for attention of any kind will suffice
bless them
by cursed luck go and slit the wrong/right vein
and the blasted battery goes at the wrong/right time
or that vitalist of organs has cheek to say
fuck this malarkey
what a waste
how sad
Critiques
blistered-pen
15 years 10 months ago
Ah suicide. I remember half