Sitting in an empty room
Dark and alone
On a bed that feels like a tomb
In a room that smells of cheap perfume
Just one more, I keep telling myself
As I swallow another pill
As I put them back on the shelf
Taking enough to kill
These thoughts in my head
Trying to escape this hell that holds me
Wishing I was dead
How peaceful it would be
Still, I feel
There's nothing left for me here
These scars will never heal
If I let go, there will be nothing left to fear
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Author:
Jesse Moninger (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
After reading this the first time I went back to read your other three poems as well. You are a gifted writer! Just keep on writing and don't do anything stupid, like dying. I am serious, you do have what it takes!
Thank you so much, Fred! It means a lot.
But consider ... what if it isn't over when you check out of this lifetime? What if you've just blown a chance to advance your soul? Just saying what many believe, Blood. And yes, you are a good poet.
I feel ya, and thank you!
there is always
something called
sometimes.
if you need help
just write
did you put them back on the shelf
AFTER taking enough to kill?
read your poem again.
sometimes it all feels different
people love you.
do you love them back?
Yeah
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