Dead Life
Another poem that personifies abstract concepts, “Dead Life” expresses what it is like to deal with suicidal thoughts and self-harming behaviors. Originally written in December of 2020.
I want to be dead,
But you know that by now.
(Obviously).
My stomach hurts
All the time,
Reminding me
Of the things I’ve done.
I guess I just
Want to be dead.
Did you know that?
(Yes, we all know that).
My wrists are cut,
My stomach too,
But that’s not even half the pain.
Guilt holds my hand
And punches me in the stomach.
I’m used to it,
It’s just who he is.
Guilt is my friend.
Shame throws her arm
Over my shoulder,
Then scratches my body,
Carving my skin
With her razor sharp claws.
She is my friend.
She’s just different.
I chose this life,
I chose pain.
You know that,
So you ignore me.
(Duh).
-Graphite Everything
