I Won’t Spill Your Secrets Til I’m Dead
When I was little
Everyone used to laugh at me
Now that I am older
The women still titter
But the men only smile
When my final words are published
On social media
And broadcast on the radio
Everyone will be too busy
Burying their heads in the sand
To laugh at me ever again.
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I can feel the pain in this. Side note: if this is about contemplating suicide, please contact me! Our poetry community needs all its members!
I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to alarm anyone. Just a little morbid today. Thanks for being a caring person, though!
Poetry is such a good therapy tool….thanks for writing your poem! I use to feel and think that way….however, it has passed because of the warmth and acceptance of other writers!!
It’s only a sometimes notion that ebbs and flows. Glad you shed that feeling!