We were drinking last night in a beach around 11:00 pm. The environtment was comfortably silent. As i put my cigarette in my mouth; i was about to light it. But you lit it up for me. But there is something more blazed that night; not the moon, not the stars, not the carlights nor my cigarette. ---you started to cry --you eyes are starting to swell like it's beat up.
"I wish i was never born"
"I'm a trash"
"I wish i was dead"
"i'm better off dead"
---you shouted.
Settle down. Hand me that knife & that cup of rum. Put away the pills & crystal meths that you bought. I'm your only friend that understands you no matter how complicated you are.
"Let's talk" i said.
"life wasn't better and it will never be"
"you're just a broken soul"
"Dont give up in life"
--We all have our problems in life. And suicide is not the answer. There is much more in life than after life.
--The ocean is full and you're empty.
"Go fill that up with rum because the ocean is salty" i gave you a cup of rum.
--you wipe your tears and said "thanks man" you smiled like a maniac.
---and suddenly you went for a swim.
YOU ARE READING
Hell Raiser.
PoesieLife's struggle. Depression. The downfalls in life. A collection of poetry for the demons inside my body that will never sleep. I am dedicating this book to all the people struggling with depression, trap in their own hell. You're not alone. You'll...
