The residue of ***** lined the empty bottle.
A deep inhale of smoke,
an exhale of problems.

Lightheaded I fumble,
clasping a cold lifeless piece of metal.
I cried "save me"
release all my demons.

I am safe for now,
drowning in a sea of crimson security.

I took some pills mumbling "I love you."
I wish I wouldn't have woken that morning,
because if the last words that came out of my mouth were for you,
then I would have gone happily.

I wish I had something interesting to write about,
but all there's left of me is
old scars
&
empty bottles