And so here I am,
Sitting in that God-damn awful bathroom
Cold, watching, my breath race in and out of my lungs.
The tip of my tongue tingles. The saliva runs cold and bitter, sticking to my throat.
I can't breathe, no more, no less.
The extremes are the same, I don't know, I don't know anymore.
I can't think.
My world was so dark. So bitter, the endless paradox confined to a box.
My madman in a box.
You were, once and I was so great full.
Cheering up my day, everyday, and you said I cheered up yours.
It was beautiful.
For the first time, in a long time, I was happy.
Those butterflies inside my mind had been free.
But with the highest step, came the deepest fall.
And I fell bad.
Barbed wire pierced into delicate wrists.
And I must clarify that it was not him.
Twas me.
He only did good.
I'm sorry.
For now I had to end it.
And I feel terrible.
No more.
....maybe a bit...
Sorry... it had to end this way.
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Poetry. Dark.
PoesiaThis collection of poems is dedicated to anyone who has tried to live but events have led them astray It is a mix of dark, somewhat rediculous and poems of the heart, all written to help myself get through the last couple of months Some of these poe...
