Question:
Not a poet but what do you think?
Hang me from the highest tree
Cut my wrists and watch them bleed
Carve a hole where my heart lies
And watch the tears, as they fill up my eyes
See the blood pour from my wrists and chest
Take a look at what you see, it may be hard to digest
Dig me a grave and bury me there
Just fill the hole, and walk away like you don't care
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Kevin,
As long as you're writing you're living, so I hope that this is merely a literary experiment.
If not, please seek help from loved ones and professionals. You are loved and we will pray for you.