My hand on the car door latch. <br />I think of opening it and jumping out. <br />My feet treading across a bridge. <br />I think of pushing myself over the railing. <br />My gaze fixed upon the kitchen knife. <br />I think of stabbing myself in the gut. <br />My reflection in the broken mirror. <br />I think of bringing blood to the surface of my wrists. <br />My hand filled with pills. <br />I think of taking one too many. <br />My hair flowing out behind me as i jump <br />from the edge of the roof. <br />I think of how long it took me to loose my wings.<br /><br />Ellie Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/experiences/
