Sitting with my back to the door
You are desperately trying to break in
With shaking hands, tears running down my face
I take the box of pills and twist open the lid
What time is it?
I can't tell through my blurry vision
Oh well, it dosen't matter
I take the box of pills and twist open the lid
Sobbing full on now
You are still trying to come in
I open my mouth
I take the box of pills and put pill after pill in
Look, I'm sorry, so sorry
The pain was just to much to follow
I drank the glass of water
And swallow the fateful swallow
As my body goes limp
You finally break in
"No, oh no!" you scream
So sorry, the tormentors win
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryJust your average collection of poetry done by your average unicorn. Xavier hopes you like the poems! **Sorry if the spacing is jacked up**
