(WARNING: Suicide,Death, Pills, Depression.)
Addicted to the pills
Taking 'em several times a day
I'm faded on the couch
Staring at ceiling
Trying to figure out why I'm even living
Giving up on life
Suicidal thoughts flowing through my mind
Smoking every day losing the time
Popping another pill or two
Trying to escape reality
Always in love
But people keep hurting me
I tried to survive and fight
But I let the weed and drugs take over my life
now laying on the floor
Foaming out the mouth
Eyes rolled back
All because everything is going south
Depression got the better of me so I turn to the drugs
Writing music and poems
But that wasn't enough
People wouldn't listen
Now look what happened
I'm dying all because no helped heal my sadness
No one bothers to care
always saying "I'm fine"
When really it's all a lie
You look at the cuts on my wrist
Seeing the lines and words curved in
Tears in your eyes
Your now upset because you didn't realize
I was calling out for help
But I got ignored instead
Now my body on the floor
I'm already dead
9-1-1 on the phone
You trying to get me to wake up
eyes all white
My body twitching
I'm getting lost in the darkness
I feel numb, without feelings
I can't feel the sadness
Is this what death is like?
It feels so cold and empty
I don't see a light
Trapped in a void
But I can hear voices from afar
"CLEAR," said the voice
But there was no respond
getting colder by the second
My heart stops beating
And my body stops moving
The last thing I hear is
"I sorry I couldn't help you-"
Tears of a girl falling down her face
I'm sorry baby
I just couldn't take it anymore
I let the pills take me away
Overdosing on the floor
is what was happening anyways
(But at least all the pain will go away)
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YOU ARE READING
Words in the breeze
Poetry"The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth." -Jean Cocteau "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." -Carl Sandburg "Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." -Plutarch An collection of my t...
