I was a child.
She OD'd.
He crashed.
She was hit.
She was drunk.
He was high.
He collapsed.
He OD'd, it killed him.
She was hung.
She took the final pill.
He shot, and missed.
She OD'd, but lived.
She slit to deep.
She ran.
He was taken.
She almost died.
He hit him.
She fell.
Now I'm here.
Now I'm here.
Now I'm broken.
I haven't been a child in a while.
My play ground was a graveyard.
I watched it but couldn't stop it.
I watched them all fall.
I haven't been okay in a while.
They can call me a tragedy, try to break me.
They don't know me.
They don't know.
I haven't be okay in a while.
I have been trying for a while.
YOU ARE READING
Pause.
PoetryOn growing collection of my tea drinking moments when my mind is well 'a bit' more silent.