Little Miss Depression

Little Miss Depression

with a tear in her eye,

Pushed the blade in deeper

and prepared herself to die.

Little Miss Depression

with her face to the sky

Popped another sleeping pill,

and washed it down with rye.

Little Miss Depression

does not believe in pain.

She pulls the knife out of her heart

and stabs it in again.

Little Miss Depression

tightens up the knot.

Puts her head into the noose,

and jumps off the table top.

Little Miss Depression.

Her body dangles in the air.

She finally got what she wanted

But now she doesn’t care.   -May 2004

Advertisements

One thought on “Little Miss Depression

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s