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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

It contains suicide triggers, please get help if you need it.

I tear up every night it has become so exhausting

My eyes burn, I have a headache, and my broken heart hurts

Motherly love is more a myth than a reality

I never ask to be the #1 on anyone's list

The loneliness swallows me


The little packet smiles and shines in the endless darkness

It sings a song, it might be a lullaby

The comfort it offers attracts me like a fly to a Venus Flytrap

My heart still aches as the memories fill my head


The walls close in, I know what it will do to me

This might not be the way but it feels so right

As the little plastic bubble burst

The butterflies in my stomach flutter


The weight of these pills, feel like the keys to the shackles on my hands and feet

This is not the way but it still feels right

Every swallow burns like booze and cigarette smoke

My heart stops so does the tears


This was not the way and it does not feel right anymore

The cold is unbearable and I feel more lost

I know there is no way back

I am sorry.


Submitted: January 19, 2021

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