Emptied bottles
And a bloodied floor
Are all that you left
With me.
No note
Nor explanation
For your sudden
Dissatisfaction
With life.
Just my unending thoughts
On the undesirable matter.
Thoughts that could be
Right
Or wrong.
Thoughts that don't mean
A **** thing to you
Or anyone.
They never did.
My words
That I tried so hard to tell you
And get through to you
Never once reached you.
And all of my attempts
Were such a waste
Of what little time
I now have
Because none of them
Mattered
To you
Or anyone
Just like these thoughts.
Because if they had mattered
At all to you
[Even the tiniest bit]
You'd still be here
And the floor would be
Clean
And the bottles
Put away
And the length of my life
Not sliced in half
Like it is now.
Because it's wholeness
Was taken
By you
When you hacked away
At your wrists and arms
And swallowed
Every pill
My lifespan
Faded
And was cut too.