Loneliness is the word that rules my life.
I run to the kitchen to get a knife.
It shouldn’t be like that I was told.
The point against my breast I hold.
I kiss the blade that’ll give me freedom.
A few more seconds and I’m in Eden.
1987-04-14 by Otto de Voogd
First let me reassure everyone, that no innocent poet was hurt after writing this. Somehow I managed to survive the hell that French high schools were back in the 80s.
But one of my classmates did not. She was a loner. I was one of the few people in our class who even talked with her. She did talk about killing herself, but I never believed she would do it. Her name was Delphine.