Drowning in a Puddle

I’ve drowned in a puddle,
and imagined a rock
at the bottom.

I’ve held my breath
long enough to realize
I was suffocating
on my own tongue.

I’ve cut my wrists with pity
and waited until I bled to death,
but the end never came.

And every time the pain
was poured into me,
I discovered my hand
was holding the bottle of poison.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: Levi the Poet’s The Pianist: “There is no end to the self-condemning lies I have believed and there is no depth I have not known in an attempt to drown myself.”

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