recurrent suicidal behavior, gestures, or threats

a statue dangling from a string, hanging
on by a thread. one push and it’d shatter.
it teeters, almost hesitant. but it longs
for love, or joy, or maybe just an ending
worthy of applause. it yearns for beauty,
to be an elegant chandelier, fragile crystal,
shards of sharp glass catching the light
as it falls. or maybe to be gently let down
by the hands of the angels, singing mournfully
of the loss of a creature whose wings
were long torn apart. this poem is beautiful,
and yet i yearn to be taxidermied,
my blood drained and my body mutilated
to be put on display for all to see—look at me,
how wonderful i was, before i became
the ugly creature that i am now. maybe i should apologize
for being disgusting, or being born, but
my final words should be kind—a thank you,
or an i love you, or maybe just a simple goodbye