National Poetry Month Day 24 *WARNING: possible triggers

So I’ve got 45 minutes until the day is over, and I’m sneaking this little poem in just in the nick of time! Today’s been another horrible day, but I won’t bore you with details. I’ve been attempting work, having panic attacks, and crying. Hence, there wasn’t a lot of time for poetry reading. I apologize. 😛

I’m just gonna pick another poem from Amy’s post at Insatiable Booksluts. I really need to get her to tell me her sources, because this poem just blasted a hole right through me when I read it. It’s so simple, but it’s so powerful. I don’t know if any of you have ever dealt with suicidal thoughts, depression, addiction, or anything of the sort, but this little poem wraps everything up so nicely. It’s like “Woah, you’re totally right Dorothy. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. Thanks.” And then we go off and drink tea and chat or something. I don’t know, I like tea and chatting. So I hope you enjoy this as much as I did. Let me know your thoughts on these poems! If you have any suggestions, hit me up in the comments!

Resume, by Dorothy Parker

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.|
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.


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