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Something to Live for.
Locked away in this bathroom.
Staring at my life in the form of a pill bottle.
The whole thing I consume!
I lay on the floor slowly slipping away.
Trying to find my way to escape this pain you cause.
Darkness fills my eyes as I slip away from my flaws.
Today I face the truth.
Today what we have will die, and it is because of you.
What we had will die with me.
My thoughts become hazie.
What am I doing praying that someone come save me.
This bottle of pills I will regret.
It isn't my time to go yet. I pull myself out the door.
My sons standing in the entrance. This is what I have to live for.
Staring at my life in the form of a pill bottle.
The whole thing I consume!
I lay on the floor slowly slipping away.
Trying to find my way to escape this pain you cause.
Darkness fills my eyes as I slip away from my flaws.
Today I face the truth.
Today what we have will die, and it is because of you.
What we had will die with me.
My thoughts become hazie.
What am I doing praying that someone come save me.
This bottle of pills I will regret.
It isn't my time to go yet. I pull myself out the door.
My sons standing in the entrance. This is what I have to live for.
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