time stops, i stop, leaving the pool of red behind.
the tip of silver now a maroon red.
forget.
that's all i want to do.
my hand reaches closer to the bottle of white pills...
the cap unscrews,
my hand tips back but...
i stop.
i've made the mistake too many times,
fought too long for this life.
let out a breath
when the chest gets tight
and i think,
i'm on the road to recovery,
i'll be better,
someday.
