Packing my bag for my walk I will never come back from,
Cigarettes, pills, razor, alcohol,
were the main things I brought,
I start walking down the snowy dark road to nowhere,
Lighting my cigarette,
breathing it in for the first time,
Smiling knowing the things that are going to happen,
I look where i'm at I sit of the frozen railroad tracks,
I open my bottle of vodka,
I grab the razor and pills,
I cut my wrist,
On my arms and thigh,
Till every inch has blood,
Shacking I drop the razor,
I grab the pill bottle that has multiple pills that I sorted the night before,
Swallowing them,
Multiple at a time,
Using the vodka as my water,
Damn it's so strong,
My head is spinning,
I puked all over,
looking up at the stars,
knowing that were looking at the same sky,
But you don't know i'm saying goodbye,
A train starts coming so I go sit on the none busy road,
Taking the last of the pills and vodka,
Why am I not fucking dead yet it's been five minutes,
I finally stumble my way over to the river,
I think everything is starting to work,
I can't breath,
I hit send to text that I had prepared,
The text read Goodbye I love you see you soon,
I sent it to a group chat of Three people,
Zak, Kattie, and My darling,
I fall in too the river to numb the pain i was feeling,
I am going to be gone,
good thing you have each other,
And if not each other,
Zak and kattie they have each other,
Meriah.... You have her
I loved you to death,
I just couldn't handle the pain,
So I said good bye....
YOU ARE READING
The Struggles in Life
PoetryMy book is full of my thoughts. There is some positive in here you just have to find it. But this book is my thought, my feelings, my rants