The Suicide that didn’t happen

The only depressing poem I wrote until now. No meter. Just flow.

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They asked me why,
I said I was tired of being a liability.
I asked them to leave me alone with my poetry;
They asked me why, again.

‘Cause I wanted to search my face, I said,
And asked the mirror whose guilt it was
That I wore so comfortably on my face.
Whose, they asked, again.

I did answer them.
I cut the radial artery.
Now they put these tubes into me
And make me a liability. Again.

KISHORE KUMAR