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these are the things that our eyes were drawn to at the dawn of from and to time.
When the fine line between beauty and madness began to vanish,
is the time my crystal chandelier of happiness began to break.
My life being made up of 2 parts sanity and 1 part suicide.
This can't be the way it ends.
I can't die in the battle of my pain with my heart in your hands.
I can't die by the Oxygen escaping my lungs whispering your name.
I can't end the way I wanted to stay.
But what else can I do when the voices in my head shout.
That "Death is the only way out. "
And I guess that was it.
So when finally I took that rope instead of razor blade,
And I typed my goodbye and pressed enter.
I realized that This was it.
This day.
Was the day.
Your love.
Finally took my breath away.
YOU ARE READING
Fix me.
PoetryThis is where i escape. This is where i spend my days, in between thoughts about suicide and what else I would do to be held in your arms.
