Bottle in my hand,
I tip my head back,
Followed by the pills
chased by booze.
Maybe this is enough...
Too much pressure,
Something needs to give
Darkness spreads,
slowly I feel
heavy.
Darkness consuming me
Peace at last...
Is this death?
Or am I just
Unconscious?
Don't want to
wake up.
Death brings freedom.
Breathing shallow,
I don't fight,
as my last breath
leaves my lips...
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection
PoetrySome poetry. It is dark and could be triggering to some. I use poetry to get emotions out on my darkest days so it's not very happy.
