I Almost Died By My Own Hand

I almost died by my own hand.

By the bottle of shame and fear I held tightly,

Clutched between shaky fingers,

As I knotted a rope of words unsaid,

Looped it ‘round my bare neck,

As I brought the blade up to my throat,

Let myself bleed betrayal,

As I brought the gun up to my head,

And with that beautiful Bang! I’d be dead.

I almost drowned,

In hate, in sorrow,

In my own damned self-pity.

I almost died by my own hand.