A drink of *****
A shot that can only go up
Blood that spills on the bathroom floor
A throat that can’t feel anymore
A heart that stopped beating
A person who stopped breathing
The knife, the only one to make her feel again
A life that ended the day it started
It can only be described as death;
Took her body without a care saying, “Darling, your looks can **** and now you’re dead.”
With closed eyes, she can see...
She just wanted to feel human again
I usually act like I very happy person and ever so often I just need to let it go, it isn't the best of my poems, I just hope it seems to intrigue people. I don't think I could compare to some of the amazing poets on here but I can try my best. (sorry about grammar)