We had always said, we were done. That we had fought too hard, and the fight was won.
That the demons in our mind had screamed too loud, yet
We couldn't handle the silence,
That this time was the last time,
that these pills were the last pills,
that last time we took 2 and this time we'll take 4
double the damage,
because last time your mother told you if she had found you a minute later-
dad would have been so glad,
she failed to mention that part of course,
but you knew,
you knew it well,
too well, so well,
it ate you right up to the point of
the cold bathroom floor and
the sink overflown,
because you tried to scream your way through the water,
but that never worked, it wasn't the same as letting it out,
it just stored all the heat inside,
and then the oxygen comes in,
ignite,
a fire, alive,
burn you right through your insides.
YOU ARE READING
Existent
PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.