Emilee Marr Poet Bio

Sinkholes

I’m walking around sinkholes right now,
They’re called depression
They sucked me in once
I’m here for my death attempt session
They grab me by my ankles and try to pull me in
I can hear them whispering in my head
They tell me I’m better off dead
Actions speak louder than the whispers said
So I grab my scarf and walk to her locker
I keep slipping by the holes as the whispers get darker
12-18-36, the pain is almost over
I hang the scarf and put the two knots inside as death comes closer
I stand on the chair
I turn around
Sinkholes are everywhere
They lift my feet up
The chair is across the hall
The whispers become yells
I can hear my death call
I feel my soul leaving 
I am no longer breathing
I begin to pass out
You’re worthless and no one needs you is what they shout

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Akkina Downing May 10, 2017 at 5:55 PM You're worth every breath. You need to walk away from this place. I wish I can help you become stronger and show the world you can find joy in leaving because there is so much to explore in this world... Hugs :) Kina