Romeo and Juliet

Our matching black nail polish stains my nails.
Dried red wine stains my palms
I cant seem to get it off
I cant seem to want to.
I’m curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor, knees pulled tightly against my chest,a sick form of comfort
The lonely person’s hug.
I sob to the sky, begging to a God i don't believe in to take me instead of you
I can’t lose any more people.
God refuses and takes you away from me
So i try to take myself away from the world, like you did.
A sick, ill version of Romeo and Juliet, but we don't attempt to commit for love, at least you don't, we attempt to commit for our hatred of this world, of ourselves.
I laid on my bathroom floor two nights ago, as you laid on yours.
You were high on your addiction, smoking a cigarette as you messaged me
I was high on mine too, my wrists slashed open with ugly blood pouring from what i hoped was my veins.
A sick Romeo and Juilet
Or as society calls it, a failed suicide pact.
I'm glad you survived yourself.
I wish i didn’t.