Again.

by M MEM   Jan 11, 2006


I fear
For I am falling,
Back.
Back into it.
Demons dancing,
For they want my death.
Rip out my soul. Bun it in the depths of hell,
Push me back.
In a repeat of that day,
Maybe I'll succeed this time,
I believe I shouldn't again,
I made more promises,
I regret it,
But it's so tempting.
A cocktail of painkillers,
Empty.
Stomach hardening,
Heart squeezing to survive,
Options weighed,
I chose suicide,
And now,
The thought are coming back,
To my untimely end.

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