- Options - So many so many ways so much possibility so many options The constant reminder of mortality our fragile bones weak blood ripping skin The sad truth of ending broken spilled torn There are so many ways to hurt to kill to die I want to drown watch the bubbles rise pop at the surface for the last time I want to choke feel the tightness in my throat useless coughing shriveled lungs I want to bleed pouring out desperate clutching fading to black I want to fall feel the wind wrap around the slam of cold ground shattered I want to choose to be mortal I deserve it and there are so many options...
most of my poems are like this also the picture is buns because the good one had a watermark The constant reminder of mortality our fragile bones weak blood ripping skin
