Dark Remidies

by Eman D   Feb 27, 2008


You're the reason I hate the morning
The numbers on the calender aren't new days
They are attempted suicide counts
They're each 24 hours stuck in this maze

You're the powder that numbs my mouth
Knowing it is pure
You're the smoke of no worries
Knowing its just a temporary cure

You're at the bottom of every bottle
Drinking till I see the promise land
You're the paradise pills wrapped in plastic
Shoving them down my throat
Almost swallowing my hand

You're the heaven in the syringe
As I stick this needle into me
You're my new lover every night
Pretending love is real
Kissing intimately

You're the reason I grasp that blade
And try to make my wrist cry
They call out your name
As veins run dry

You're the reason I hold myself hostage at gunpoint
Pulling repeatedly as I hear the empty clip
Hoping to taste the hot metal with my brain
Wishing for this flesh to rip

You're the reason for these dark remedies
You're the reason pain lets me know I'm alive
You're the reason I'm killing myself trying to live
You're the reason every bit of me wants to die

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  • 15 years ago

    by Matt L

    The greatest aspect of this poem is that anybody can relate to it

    "The numbers on the calender aren't new days
    They are attempted suicide counts"
    => this is just fantastic

  • 16 years ago

    by Ren

    Dude, I love it.

    I wrote a poem similar to this one...I can totally relate with your style of writing and how straight forward you are.

    -Lauren/Ren...call me what you wish.

    I really dig your poetry and Im going to check more of it out. keep in touch.

  • 16 years ago

    by Outcasted

    Wow. I can actually relate to that poem
    not going to lie it made me kind of cry. It
    got through to me. Really good job. I love
    the whole thing. I mean it's really good.
    Thanks for writing it and sharing it openly
    it was a privilege to read.