This villainous world I've built in sweat
for more than three and twenty years
is where suicidal thoughts reside.
It came to me like a drill-beggar
wishing for something different.

It remind me of my past
when I was eight and teen,
devastated over something uncertain.
Suicidal thoughts came to me-
it came to me with no advisory.

I wrote a suicidal note the other day
which not only exist in my memory
but in Page.102 of “Suicide Notes.”
It doesn't scare me anymore
instead, I re-wrote it with proper grammar.

As my world crashes down exquisitely,
I wish to ruin myself completely.
Maybe cutting my wrist with a knife,
or hanging myself like a pendulum,
or dragging myself in a fiery furnace.

© Limatoshi Longkumer