Tonight,
I no longer care,
I will ask you once,
to my own despair,
but in my hand, white crystals shine,
five stars..
on the count of three,
swallow whole, without aid of
water or,
sympathy.
for a world without you was little to none,
so why live a life that was worthless-
dull- intoxicating
darkness, fills me like the drugs
that blurred my mind
and helped me become blind
to the feelings that made me cry,
now immune to such delight-
tonight is my night-
first night, last night.
Dawn.. until day.
Day, until night.
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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.