AN UNSUICIDE NOTE

 

SUB…
The term
Throws me back
Bat to my forehead
My nails rip their hold
Tearing reality from me, I'm loosed
Not falling, not affixed either
Simply her bitch identified
Finally made out
Her terms
Done

FOOL
The role
Played for decades
“You are so hilarious!”
Queens won’t kill their jesters
Why was I drawn and quartered
Why her subjugation of me  
Why do I relent
Why her fears
Why her
Why

ME
It’s me
I couldn’t trust
She only wants control
I tried to kill myself
Well, it's better to die standing
Won't live on my knees
"I’ll now bid adieu
It’s not you
It's me
Really!"