"I care" they say, "I won't ever leave you. I love you.”
But when you need them most, when you’re alone, an empty pill bottle in one hand, a ****** razor blade in the other, slumped in the corner of your bathroom,
When you’re taking your final breaths, when you know you’re dying, when you have
That final smile on your face, when you know you’re going to die, that happiness flooding your body.
When you cut your wrist, that warm nice feeling, they’re in bed with your best friend.
The last thing on their mind is you. The last thing on their mind is your breath fading.
Your life ending behind closed doors.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
"I care" they say, "I won't ever leave you. I love you.”
But when you need them most, when you’re alone, an empty pill bottle in one hand, a ****** razor blade in the other, slumped in the corner of your bathroom,
When you’re taking your final breaths, when you know you’re dying, when you have
That final smile on your face, when you know you’re going to die, that happiness flooding your body.
When you cut your wrist, that warm nice feeling, they’re in bed with your best friend.
The last thing on their mind is you. The last thing on their mind is your breath fading.
Your life ending behind closed doors.
