all of the pills out of the bottle not time to hesitate,
i'll count one more time 101,102,103,
time to put them into piles and separate,
make it quick dont let them see,
i guess it's fate.
all my tears have been used up,
im drowning
but they still tell me to 'cheer up buttercup',
and they wonder why im frowning.
its hard to get out of bed,
all the things they said
running threw my head .
the memories of us surrounding my brain,
what a time.
even if i'm in pain
i look back and it'll be fine.
even if i'm crying for help,
i'll still sugar-coat it,
a cry and a yelp,
but 'it only hurt a bit'
the memories are like a flash,
but the damage last long,
i took the last dash,
i guess i was in pain all along.
dead.
YOU ARE READING
short storys/ vent
Poetryjust a bunch of chapter/book endings (mostly sad) i hope you had a good time reading yhis bc my dyslexia didnt have such a good time writing.thank the lords for auto correct
