A Letter to My Suicidal Thoughts
Audio recording of poem. Trigger warning: suicidal thoughts. Dear Hadley, you screw up. you broken wreck. you somehow have the audacity to get up in the morning. Dear Hadley, don’t get up. sometimes, you remember what it’s like to feel the sun and feel rain and feel like you want to keep going. Dear Hadley, Don’t keep going maybe you don’t, but your skin remembers the name of every blade that has crossed your hands remember the steering wheel. your eyes recognize every overpass. your neck and fingertips are well acquainted from checking your pulse and trying to stop your pulse the body keeps the score and you are lit up with numbers what happened to your arms, Hadley? what did you to your arms, Hadley? what have you done, Hadley? Hadley, Hadley say your name until it’s meaningless. turn out the lights until you only see an exit sign. you can list your friends’ names imagine your family’s tears rem