the still air at 2am.
graciously bared my screams
watched me violently shake with cries.
stood by silently as I debated my worth.
saw me with those pills in hand.
remained unmoving as I decided to go.
the still air at 2am.
did nothing to stop this.
all I had there for me.
couldn't do anything.
not even if it tried.
inadequate of action.
the still air at 2am.
watched over me after you left.
tried its best but now I'm going.
incapable of surviving.
no one here to save me.
becoming part of
the still air at 2am.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
