The flicker of light,
What happened last night,
He couldn't stand to his feet,
He crawled in defeat.
His thighs were sore,
There was blood on the floor,
Imbedded in his wrist,
Something deeper than the abyss.
A few inches away he saw the bloody item,
And the alcohol bottle laid beside him.
The doctor's prescribed pills were scattered,
And the state of his mind was tattered.
His body was covered in not a single garment,
He was numb but not lifeless.
Like his dreams his memory was a broken fragment,
At this moment his smile was priceless.
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suicidal thoughts poems
PoetryThis is not a story but a book of poems, my wonderful friends gave me the idea so thank u guys hope you enjoy reading these poems as much as I enjoyed writing them for you.
