I Cried Out; Attempted Suicide

I called out to Death
And Death answered me
I cried out for his embrace
And he comforted me

I poured my heart out to Death
And he invited me to dine with him
For the two months I visited Death
I was at peace

I danced with Death and I felt free
Oh how i wished to dance with Death for all eternity!
To be one with him and to live with him
But alas, 'twas not to be

For the two months I was Death's guest
I never once thought of the ones i left distressed
Death had given me an escape from the mess
But looking back now 'twas not for the best

Through my waltz with Death
I caused more harm and no good
Never once looking back
Regret, a foreign taste upon my tongue

Now, Death's cold kiss is engraved on my neck
A reminder that dancing only leaves you with sore feet and a sore neck
A mark I will carry
Till the end of my days

My health, in shambles
My relationships, beyond repair
My self-esteem, in the gutters
And still all I can think of is 'my'

I have caused more harm than good
And learnt that dancing is best left for those called to dance
For I cried out to Death
And Death answered me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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