//Three things about heartbreak or suicide//

Holding hands doesn’t make sense anymore.

You’ve stayed still for far too long

And your sweaty palms

Do not offer enough friction

To let you hold on anymore.

So you let go.

You wish you had taken 

Swimming lessons in sixth grade.

Maybe then you would​ know how to stay afloat

Without letting the water enter your nostrils,

But you had been far too scared

Of water back then.

So you drown.

People lied when they told you that

You’ll never run out of oxygen.

It has been six minutes,

Three hundred and sixty seconds,

And you still cannot breathe in

Enough air to make your lungs 

Swell up with life.

So you stop.


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