I couldn't sleep at night.
Because it hurt.
It hurt like a thousand daggers
Stabbed into my heart
Again and again
It hurt
Like knives were being dragged
Across my skin
It burned
Burned like I was in hell
The fire scorching me from the inside
Searing across my skin
Turning me to ashes
I truly was in hell
The pain,
The sorrow,
The grief,
Oh, how I suffered
It was killing me from the inside
And every night
I gripped the sheets
Clutching at my head
Lips parted in a silent scream
And her eyes haunted me
The way they looked
When she fell to her knees
Dead.
I lost her.
The pain came the day after
Surges and waves of agonising hurt
The longing for something I had already lost
The lingering ache of empty space
Once occupied
Until I found my Nepenthe
And it watered the flames
Into embers
And the embers
Into ash
And the pain ebbed
And faded
Into nothing
Oh, how welcome this emptiness was
So I took more
Little blue pills
And syringes filled with liquids
I wanted to forget
So I drank from the fountain
Of forgetfulness
To forget
And with the push of the syringe
The liquids filled my veins
My Nepenthe
To forget
The sorrow,
The grief,
And the suffering
I needed more
More of it
And it became more than forgetting
It turned into a mindless craving
And hunger
To sink into oblivion
And go under the surface of reality
Escape
From this twisted, horrible world
More
Until my eyes rolled back
And my veins ran blue
More
Until all I saw
Was a blurry haze
More
Until I started to fall
Sucked
Into a endless, silent void
No more pain
I took until I felt nothing
Until I was numb
Until I felt invincible
To the grief of living in this world
Nepenthe helped me forget
But I overdosed.
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We're Broken People
PoetryMaybe you don't know it yet, maybe you haven't noticed it, maybe you haven't felt it. But all of us, are broken somewhere on the inside. We've all been sad at one point or another, or depressed, or lonely. We've all been broken. ______________ Just...
