I linger past my family, only glancing at me,
It’s one thing to look, And another
to see, With tear stained eyes,
Sunk in cheeks, I float to
my bedroom, Too
b r o k e n to
speak,
I lock my door, Close my shades, Dark and masked
I want it all to fade, Something I’ve learned is
monsters don’t sleep under your
bed, For all of the demons,
Hide in your
head
Eyes of ebony, Heart and gold, Honey dripped
smiles, All past and old, Sweet crimson
blood used to fill my veins, crystal
clear *****, Now flows to
lessen the pain. My lips
a pale blue, My eyes
dark and stern, “Just
one more drink,”
“Baby let it
burn”
They all call me perfect, Inside and out, The problem with
perfect, Is that I go without, It started at pound one,
And led to two, Now boney and frail, I still
feel size twenty-two, Tattered gray
bow, Tied tightly around my
wrist, Hugging the wound,
From blade it has
kissed,
“Drink just one more liter, Graze one more spot,”
“Lose one more pound, You’re too close to
stop,” These pills so vibrant, They begin to
taunt me, I hear more whispers, “Take
them, there’s only twenty three,”
Growing the courage, I take them
with the last of my drink, Pull
out some paper, write a
final note in ink. You see
these demons, They
took over me, I’m
sorry I have to
go, But I just
need to be
free
*B.K