I feel like this in my head
I'm so done with this...
I empty a pile of pills into my hands,
thinking of how many memories...
Have you ever been that person
Not wallowing in misery...
Darker, Deeper, Shiny
Little piece of happiness...
You see a pencil Sharpener.. i see a blade..
You see scissors, I see a blade...
Go to your corner,
Turn off the lights...
I'm sorry, Mama, that I don't know how you can...
"I feel like I don't know you as a mother...
It's now so dark
outside...
Saying goodbye is never easy especially when you...
Because I am not going to be here doesn't mean I...
Could you please stop yelling,
this screaming is hurting my head...
The words
The conversation...
"Smile"
It will make it better...