hospital walls,
something we'd never get unused to.
you awoke in white this morning, numerous amount of needles stuck in your veins as your eyes scanned the familiar surrounding.
you didn't awake to your parents, but instead, you met me. your face stayed still as my head titled to the side, my eyes squinting. "pills, bleach, what?" i questioned, my cheek acting like taffy between my teeth.
"i started the engine of my dad's car," your mouth barely opened, your tired eyes never leaving mine, "and i waited for the fumes of the engine to suffocate me,"
"i hoped for the best, but God wasn't listening."
YOU ARE READING
trying.
Poesia"I'm okay ̶ ̶ really, I'm fine," © playlist bangtan boys h.r. : #111 in poetry
