I closed my eyes as I laid my head on your shoulder.
The curve of your neck has always been perfect for me.
I tried, but I couldn't hold my tears any longer,
I knew it was the last time, but you couldn't see.
You thought I was falling asleep,
While I slowly drifted away.
I saw a black hole, terrifyingly deep,
When drugs took my life from me.
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Author:
Bird In Red (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Ever wondered what it feels like to find comfort in your own death?
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Comments2
A raw and hard look at self inflicted death. Hard and cold. Well written
Thank you so much!
Most welcome
This is so beautiful, heartbreaking and wrenching but unbelievably lovely
Thank You!!
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