Anonymous
By Karyn Indursky
Freedom is no longer a resident
when your throat is sliced
for your meaningless life to end
in your unworthy attempt to breathe
after your pathetic blood drips onto
the carpeted floor until you've ruined it
like everything else in life with people
having to clean up another one of your messes
that of course you're too ignorant to fix
today, tomorrow, and forever because you were
born unwanted and you will die mercilessly
when the blade finished beheading you
with the dagger of depression.