I nearly put the knife through my hand
Today
And it was on purpose, but I must say
It would have reminded me that I'm
Okay
Everyone needs some pain to stay sane
And I'm missing you badly to the point
I can't think
And I wonder if the blood would stain the
Sink
You wouldn't approve of hearing such
Things
So ill bottle it up until my head
Begins to sting
The pills help a little but I hate to
Medicate
And you know all to well, yet still
I wait
For my alarm to go off and those pills
I will take
But just for your sake
YOU ARE READING
*𝒫ℴℯ𝓉𝓇𝓎*
PoetryI have no idea what to call this but this is just where I write my thoughts in poetry form, some of these aren't mine though.
