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Aug 2016
I say, I love these pills, even when they say it kills
I had the blue one, then the white one
And now I have this blood red one

I love this one, who saved me when I had no one
Embraced me when I lost my love to another one

Now it's time I say 'Once I loved these pills'
Coz' now I know it kills,
all they want to see is my blood spills

So they stabbed on the wound, the wound on my back
a left over from a few years back
then I turned back
They say " Our knife got broken by your back."
"We are leaving for now but for sure we'll come back"
"Till then you keep this souvenir on your back"
I wrote this when I thought I am over with my depression. the scary thing did happen. They had come back. May be had never left also. But this is so close to my heart for many reasons.
justanotherfool
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justanotherfool  India
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