tomorrow, I will be dead.
mom, dad, it's okay,
i'm better off this way.
it was always meant to end on my own terms
do not be sorry that I took the easy way out.
tomorrow, I will be dead.
i have finished writing my living will,
but it will not be a living will for much longer.
i will find the perfect median between life and death,
and I will co-exist there.
tomorrow, I will be dead.
one more sunrise if I'm lucky,
even more sunsets if I'm not.
one more pill to swallow,
too many gone to count.
tomorrow, I will be dead.
it will hurt all at once, then not at all,
and I will forget the color of your eyes
as soon as you forget mine.
tomorrow, I will be dead.
right now, I'm resting, listening to all the little sounds around me.
my dog snoring
the bubbles in my fish tank popping
the t.v playing softly behind me.
tomorrow, I will be dead.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoetryThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
