The Morning After I killed Myself

 The Morning After I killed myself

I refused to look at momma for her grief looked contagious

And may infest my happy soul. 

Basking in the euphoria of walking without flesh

The Morning after I killed myself

People flocked around. 

From far and wide 

I'll never imagine these lots of people yet I was lonely as fuck.

The morning after I killed myself

They told series of tales about me

Punctuated with he would have hung on

This loner became the profile picture of many!

The Morning after I killed myself

I got many acquaintances

Those hitherto ashamed 

Declaring shamelessly their intense affection.

But what do I care?

I watch the world from the grand-stand

Shaking my head to all their struggles

Wondering why they keep flowing in an unending circle of pain and grief!

The Morning after I killed myself,

I met E and other beloved. 

It was some happy reunion

Drinking and eating… oops spirits don't do that. 

The Morning after I killed myself

The sun rose in the East as usual

But then it rose without me

I wanted the living to know they can go on I'm fine. 

Free and peaceful

Illuminated in light

Warmth and Embrace

I wasted time.

The Morning after I killed myself

I knew living was unnecessary

And peace comes with death

Peace Perfect Peace like river flooding my soul.

The Morning after I killed myself

I berated me for waiting this long

Whilst being resolute

If I ever come back again, I'll kill myself! 

It's Me! 

Chines Zoe!