Cigarette burns stain his arms,
Like the yellow on his finger nails
Red runs down his nose,
Slipping through his sealed lips
His eyes are heavy and lidded,
Heavy shopping bags underneath
Yet he downs another pint,
And pops another pill
Staring at the ceiling,
Mentally writing out his will.
The wall's moving now,
Like the smoke through his teeth.
He'll be dead soon,
And he knows it all too well
He spits on his father's grave,
Puts his cigarette out on his mother's
He takes the flowers his auntie left,
And places them on some other marble.
"Sorry", he breathes.
So frail, so cold
He shivers,
The withdrawal kicking in,
He can't take much more of this.
One last drag,
One last sip.
One last blink,
One last breath.
His hand twitches,
His nose bleeds again,
He tastes the blood,
He coughs it up,
His eyes as red as they are dull.
He cries for the first time,
In forever.
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PuisiHUGE TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS ONE - Themes include: Drug Use and Overdose, Suicide and Depression, Self-harm and Abuse. [PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION]
