Sitting here, I feel darkness
The pills have finally kicked in
The rest of the bottle is next to my death note
My death note, my final words, the last of me
No, it doesn't say sorry for what I did 'cause honestly, I'm not
It's telling you why I did this, when the world became too tough that I gave up
It's asking you why you were so blind to realize it
It's telling you to check my arms for every cut you never got to see
It's telling you to check my drawer for the blades you never found
It's telling you to open up your eyes to what you never saw
YOU ARE READING
Blurbs of Thoughts
Poetryi'm not sure what this is, but i hope it's something, for someone. i write for you, and only you, whoever you may be.
