The pills make me sleepy
As you know it isn't easy
I just want to sleep
I don't want to hear a peep
As I lay on my bed
Wishing I was dead
I'll reach in my box
Knowing what it's not
This isn't a solution
Just a permanent resolution
I'll take out my blades
I slowly start to fade
My eyes grow weary
I become so dreary
My time has come
Finally this fucking poem
Can be done
YOU ARE READING
Shit poems, by a shit person
Poetry~~~~~ Some of these poems are old, some are new. Trigger warning for some of them. ~~~~ Poems labeled with "x, xx, "etc. is just because I have no idea what to name them. Deal with it. ~~~~~ I use this to cope/ express how I'm feeling and stuff
