I push back.
I'm running out of strength, though.
I know that I can't live like this anymore.
Maybe I just won't live then.
Searching for happiness,
searching for a reason,
searching for something outside of me
to match the pain inside.
Snatching the pills off the shelf,
the vodka from the cabinet,
stowing them under my bed
for a day when there will be no tomorrow.
Waiting for that day,
the day when I am brave enough
to swallow my life in a handful
of chalky tablets and burning amber liquid.
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Stormy Shoals: A Poetry Collection
PoesiaAnother poetry collection from my heart, just letting the words bleed onto the page. I mask the hurt with pain, because pain demands to be felt. But hurt just demands to ruin your life.... 🖤🖤Trigger warning: everything🖤🖤 "Criminally underrated...
