Can you feel it?the dead weight of your legs
From the sleeping pills
The dizziness from the alcohol
The soft pulsing of your blood as its pumped out of your wrists
That's it.
That's what your souls been waiting for
That's the quiet comfort
The beauty of dying.
YOU ARE READING
In the Darkness.
PoetryPoems that are of suicide, The feelings that I can't hide. So if you decide To try suicide I'm there for you Your there for me We were the best that we could be But that isn't up to me. What you choose And what you do That is only up to you.
