365 Days of Poetry (Part Three)

Day 149: ...How Did We End-Up Here?

Those pills, though they were hard to swallow.
In the end, I no longer felt able to take your blame.
My limbs grow cold, my shattered heart grows numb.
Within my chest, there lies a gaping hole...
No longer leaving room for anyone.
The sparkle, it slowly fades from my eyes.
As I'm trying to bring my body back to life.

I'm alone, I'm afraid, fearing shutting down forever.
It matters not how hard we try; this long and lonely night.
We aren't gonna make it through, we'll never make things right.
I think I'll run with the White Rabbit.
And let him lead the way...
Wherever he's going is better.
Than anywhere you'd lead me...