Today I thought about killing myself.

Thought about the ways I could.

I could stab myself.

I could shoot myself.

I could go to the shop and run circular saws over my body.

Drill my head.

But If I did all this, my boyfriend won’t be able to fuck me anymore.

I’d be nothing.

Just a dead woman.

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.07.13.01:59:57@296NYC