They tell me to keep on fighting.
So I put on a fake smile.
Then I keep on lying.
I will always go back to watch the blood drip on the tile.
They say everybody cares.
As I open the last bottle of pills I will ever take.
Take them from me if anybody dares.
For these pills are my escape.
Now that I'm laying in a casket.
You give me love now.
You leave bundles of flowers in a basket.
You said you never heard me scream for help but how?
YOU ARE READING
Fading
PoetryThis is just poems I have written and my friend Juliet Bramlitt is a BIG support in my writing poems and stories and thanks to her I'm writing this.