3rd Annual Poems About Suicide Month

[Leanne]

The red light blinking on my monitor
tells me your gossip,
the things you say about my hair,
my skin, the sweat that itches between my cheeks.

I imagine it filling your mouth
and rinsing you, inside out,
with an essence less filthy than your words.

I could press a button and you
would disappear, but then
there'd be no-one to blame
except my own pathetic self.

You call me names and they define me.
I slit my veins and they remind me
that every drop I spill
will stain you forever.