If you come in and saw the empty pill bottle
Saw me laying in bed
Pills spilled, but peacefully sleeping
If you came in and saw the bloody blade
Saw me bleeding rivers
Peacefully sleeping, but clutching a bloody knife
If you came in and saw me hanging
Noose around my neck, hanging from the ceiling
Snapped neck, but finally at peace
Would you close the door back,
Trying to unsee the damage?
Would you cry
Grieving what you thought you loved?
Please don't
You didn't love me before
Don't love me after
YOU ARE READING
Darkness Within [Dark Poetry: Book Two]
PoetryAnother set of poetry that I'm shamefully burdening you with. Sorry for the pain