Addiction
The struggling
To just open the bottle
Then swallow
The pills
Choke me
Let them
I want to breathe no more
Let the air stop its descent
Into my lungs
I'll choke on hot coals
If that's what it takes
Cut my thigh
Let them see me bleed
I don't care
Let me die
Please please
Let me die
I'm tired of it
Waking up
Moving forward
Just wanting to fall backwards
Six feet opposite of up
Since I'm not climbing
The stairs to heaven
Might as well
Spiral down
Let me burn in hell.
This poem is about:
Me