The Last Thing
The last thing
I needed was for
The world to
Make fun of me.
The last thing I needed
Was for certain people
To take my imperfections
And put them on display.
The last thing
I thought about at night
Was how could I stop my hurt,
My dark depression.
To stop it all
From happening tomorrow.
The last thing
I thought of
As I raided
The bathroom cabinet
Was that I could end it all
Pain free.
But that would mean
You’d win.
So here I am
To stay
Relatively pain free.
Laura Sansom