At Last


To think that my last thoughts
Are worrying I'm going to fall
Off the bus seat
Making the passengers laugh

My last thank you
Is thanking the bus driver
Who doesn't even know
Who I am or my plans

For death
I suppose
Blackness without pain
Purity like my wedding dress
Which I will never wear
Or see

Replacing my blood with alcohol
To numb the rational inside
To open it up and let it
Bleed

As my last tear falls
I will laugh
Holding myself gently,
It's all over now, it's all over.

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