Rose thorns || A Collection Of my Poetry

Isnt this what you wanted?

Kneeling before the toilet
Throwing up the contents
Of my stomach

Slitting my wrists
Blood Dripping
Onto the vinyl floor

Shoving a bottle worth of
Antidepressants into my
Mouth

Filling up the bathtub
Barely conscious

Crawling into the tub
Holding my head below

                 Isn't this what you wanted?
                 Is this why you blocked me
                 Instead of talking me out
                 Of it?

Vision spotty
Vision going out
Blood contaminating
Clean water
Vomit crusted to my mouth

                   This is all your fault.

Everything is still and quite
And in slow motion the last
Thing I seen was the light
Of the ceiling through
Water
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I sigh awake in a bright white room
An Iv in my arm
Acebandage around my wrists
Mouth tastes of Vomit
The familiar smell of the hospital
Fills my nose

                   I'm alive im a failure
                   Why can't I die?

-
Mr.blue