3/23/19

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There was so much blood,

Too much,

Some of it dripped down

Onto the cold tile floor.


I look at what I just did

And I got fed up with this habit,

It's an addiction at this point

I want to end it but I always

Relapse.


At least I had you to distract me,

You stopped me from doing anymore.



But by the time I stopped,

My skin

Was stained

A dark wine red,

With a few hints of

Crimson.


Even though it'd be so easy

To just end it

Right then and there,

I thought of you,

How I cant just abandon you

Like this.



"Dying is easy young man,

Living is harder"

I'm willing to take

This impossible path

Through a personal hell,

As long as I have you.

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