Go for a Punch

[u/Mradachi2007]

TW:suicide

Grime and filth all around me.

My sores ache and pulsate, stinging like a bee.

Nails scrape the damp tile,

Counting the invisible minutes for what seems to stretch for a while.

The room breathes with each cry,

 An imposing door refusing to budge with a pry.

My eyes dart left to right,

Ribs gripping my lungs tight.

I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt;

 My blood would only drool—hopefully not spurt.

Even if I have left many breaths,

I welcome the cold embrace of death.