comfortable silence- a collection of poems

cold fingers (tw, suicide)

i believe the regret kicked in 

as i read,

"i'm not ready to say goodbye"

from my best friend.

it woke me up in a way. shook me.

a swift right hook

reeling me back to a reality

i was so convinced would drown me.

i put the pills down

and rested myself on the carpet of my bedroom floor.

i thought to myself,

how strange.

something i have wanted for so long,

combatted by someone

i didnt even know i dont want to lose.

she takes my hand, with a sad smile

leads me further down.

i turn, suddenly and grief-stricken.

"d'you think i could have

just a bit more time?"

she breathes relief

it smells of thick smoke.

and then its all gone

and i am still home,

fingers cold

i cannot tell if its from her 

restfulness

or mine.

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