Current mood:
bummed
Do you ever feel left in the dark?
Scared and broken. Just falling apart.
It's hard to breathe. You just can't think.
Finding comfort in vodka. Drink after drink.
You start to go numb and finally calm down.
But it's still not enough. You take another round.
Shot after shot. Sip after sip.
Still holding the bottle your mind starts to slip.
Flash backs of pain, missery, and hate.
Just get it over with, you chose your own fate.
No one to turn to. No one to help.
The worst feeling possibly felt.
Forget about everything. Let it all go.
You're only a shell. Empty and hollow.
At least that's how it feels. The sickness flowing through your veins.
But there is no cure. You're already tainted and stained.
Death surrounds your. The 5th almost gone.
Just finish the rest. You're almost done.
Nobody cares, cuz nobody tried,
To save you from pain and this act of suicide.
Lay your head down. Close your eyes.
Think of nothing. Forget goodbyes.
There's no need to fight the life you can't win.
You barelly have a pulse.
The beginning of the end...
AW ky... i love this poem. you're really good... we need to hang out again you know?... ; )
You're one hell of a poet, Kylie--good enough to scare me... hey, that's supposed to be MY job!
Remo