Money – Written By Paulette Sedgwick
i see the knives in the kitchen
Right now nothing else matters
I can’t take no more
Brown envelopes piling up my door
No money coming in
Can,t pay a penny let alone them all
No one to turn to
One by one everything been cut off
Not even a phone
To scream down the line ‘HELP’…
I pick up the sharp knife
In tears i look at the danger
My mind is racing not thinking
Will i make it through this madness
Or should i now just give in?…
Lost and so alone in my thoughts
Searching for a reason to stay
Suicide isn’t an easy way out
Even if depressed over money and debt…
I lean forward against the kitchen wall
Thrust the sharp blade into my chest
Blood spews every where
Pain intrudes to the welcoming of death
I drop to the cold kitchen floor
I feel life leaving me
So i close my eyes
Tears mixed with blood
Finally get to sleep and rest
Escape this worry of debt
(C)PFS
Tags: credit cards, death, debt, depression, emotions, money, pain, paulette sedgwick, poetry
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