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Trigger Warning: In Two Weeks You'll Lose Your Mind
Dropped calls and now you have ten voicemails
Garbled cries of "please pick up" and "what did i do"
Then I'm bleeding profusely and it covers my tattoo,
the same one that she got too
An angel comes
And cries for me, stopping me in my tracks
I tell her it wasn't a matter of what, but
The angel and I are bonded
I can feel my heart release once again
Until I find myself self-medicating again
"We never needed you"
Pavement beneath me rising
To consume my tears and stain my feet
How did I get here? I was supposed to stop at the tracks
I thought she was an angel but when she turns her back
I can't find wings
"You're just a burden"
drowning, no calls dropped this time
no messages, no well wishes
I won't have anyone to save me next time
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