Looking Down on Myself

 

I never trended
like I did
when I was suicidal

Never felt more alive
and validated
out on the ledge
looking down
on my fellow
desperate peasants
begging me not to fly

Cause I can't you know

Though their pleas

for me to respect

the power of gravity

was all for show

Those voyeur bastards

with their hand held

recording devices

pointed in my direction

were aching for me to leap

Praying their posts go viral

and they become flash stars

on the social media platform

For that moment of glory

over my dead body

Tragedy always trends

But fuck them

if they think

I will accommodate

their ghoulish needs

to aid and abet

their second hand

fame quest

based on my bloody death

I'd rather die alone

in my bed anonymously

then have my squashed corpse

be clickbait

for attention starved strangers

every bit as pathetic as me