These Pills

by SAINTS MATE   May 28, 2009


Pills fall from her hand
she sits on the couch
head shaking
wonder why her head hurts
she lowers herself
mind baking

she hurts from the inside
heart breaking
her stomach hurts
gut churning
she shakes her body
so weak

the love that she felt
all gone
now that he's gone
theres no reason for living
her eyes, she says they feel like
there bleeding
blind by wetness and fear

eyes so wide that
they hurt
feeling like her hearts going
to burst
love she feels like
she crying
love so lost, theres reason
for dying
cold and left on
the floor
left there so she can feel
no more
her phone goes off
its him
wanting to hear her voice one last time

Copyright
Margherita Blanco
28 May 2009
2:47pm

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