Not getting Anywhere

[ForgetMEnot]

Laying before me is a bottle of pills
and a line of knives
My body aches and chills
Felt I've lived seperate lives

Pills are slow and easy
Knives are bloody and quick
I am getting queasy
I was already sick

Pop a few and sigh
Open up my wrist
Is this how it feels to die?
Has it really come down to this?

Vomit up the pills
Bandage up my wrist
How all the blood spills
I could not avoid this

maybe I'll try again
or seek out a friend
I'm tired of this sin
I should wait out my end

by: Ash D M

[BrokenSoul]

i like this one, reminds me of me

[strangeclouds]

why is it that when our heart hurts, it always bleeds from the wrist..