Sail
blame it on my add baby
I looked into the broken mirror, eyes reddened from crying. “Maybe I should kill myself,” I whispered to myself. I said it again, watching the words form on my chapped lips. Maybe I should kill myself.
No one would miss me, anyhow. I would be free. Free. That sounded nice. No one to answer to; no one to ask how I’d gotten these scars. A step too far with something heavy should do the trick.
They’d hear a splash. I’d inhale just a little too much. A perfect escape. I’d be sailing away in the river.
So blame it on my ADD baby.
No one would miss me, anyhow. I would be free. Free. That sounded nice. No one to answer to; no one to ask how I’d gotten these scars. A step too far with something heavy should do the trick.
They’d hear a splash. I’d inhale just a little too much. A perfect escape. I’d be sailing away in the river.
So blame it on my ADD baby.