Tonight
I drown my sorrows
With a bottle of
alcohol and pills
Till your opinion of
me no longer matters

I can't ******* breathe

Look at them
noticing me,
I think they finally see
through the dark of me,
the demon inside.
I was beginning to
believe I was living.
Possibly breathing
But I was dreaming,
thinking they'd see me.
They believed me
deceased

My middle name was
Death, because I wrote
of a rose who grew
through blood