How Shall I Do It?
“How shall I do it?”
Is the question I ask myself while sitting at the table writing this poem
“Shall I take a knife and cut myself?”
“Too painful and messy” I say.
“Pills?” I ask myself
“I’ll throw them up” I answer
“What about jumping off a building?” I ask myself
“Too painful and messy” I repeat.
“How shall I do it then?”
There doesn’t seem to be any painless ways to do it
So, I guess I’ll just trudge on.