A Poem
Would you kill me if I asked it?
Do you love me that much?
I made a call to Jesus,
He wouldn't do it.
And I heard his love was eternal.
What is it to live when you breathe
The poisonous thoughts of heart and mind
Like air from a paper bag.
Darkness and paranoia
A nebulous clustering in my head.
I try so hard
Not to let it show.
Please, just cut me a little
So that I might bleed this irrational
Sense of guilt out of me.
To watch your best friend die,
And while in your own hands.
I've been strong.
For two days now, I have been strong.
A brave face can go for miles,
But now my sole wears thin now.
The tears are falling now, oh,
it is the flood gate now opened.
I scream
And I scream
And I fucking scream.
That sickly pink injection,
The plunger falling
Falling
Falling,
Until that needle hits zero.
And again, I die a little more inside.