One day we kiss.
The next we fight.
We break up.
You come back that night.
We forgive each other.
Day after that we're fine.
Next morning we cry.
Night after there are marks on your back.
Day after we argue.
We break up again.
It's nothing new.
He swears he's never coming back this time.
He's on the couch.
We're dating.
He proposes.
We're happy.
We fight.
We're done.
Wake up.
It's fine.
By night we die.
But I can't get rid of you.
I'm addicted.
We fight again.
He begs for forgiveness.
Finally said no.
Kiss again.
I can't stop.
I should run.
But I can't.
My legs won't move.
Overdose.
The pain gets to much.
I'm on the floor.
My vision is blurry.
I can't feel a thing.
But I've never felt more alive.
There's nothing to worry about.
Nothing matters right now.
Flashing lights.
I'm being taken away.
I was doing just fine on the floor.
Don't know why they had to take me away.
My vision blacks out.
It's silent.
It's the most wonderful thing I've ever experienced.
My mind is at peace.
I wake up.
He's here.
He takes my hand.
Says he's sorry.
Why?
For what?
I was so happy before.
And now he's apologizing for it?
I don't get him.
Two days later.
We fight.
it's painful.
I'm locked in my room.
The medication.
If I take ten of those now.
I won't worry.
I'll here the silence.
I'll be numb.
Not a care in the world.
I'm numb.
My vision blacks out again.
The banging on the door no longer heard.
I hear that faint sound of yells.
He yells to let him in.
He needs to know I'm alright.
I don't care.
When he finally breaks open the door I'm gone.
He cries.
Says he should've done something sooner.
But I'm glad you didn't.
Because I feel more in my body now than I ever did when you were with me.
I may not be on this earth anymore.
But I feel more alive than ever.
