Wasn't Brilliant
Not a five star
Not my best work
But what else did I have
Engaging the pills never works
Picking the devil or a knife is bound to fail
But a bridge?
Not any bridge but the bridge
High enough to crash and burn
High enough to enjoy the ride
High enough to run and die
Few seconds of pain
And a glorious sight
I'd go to the bridge at midnight
But what if it fails
My stuff would need a place
All I have is not much
Don't want to lose more.
I call my friend Sam...
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Getting Better
PoetryThrough and through I have felt down, and even though this, I never thought recovery would really be this hard... Back and forth, up and down, read on to hear my struggle through out.
