I reep my blood,
Yet you are unsatisfied,
The bridges I cross to satisfy my...your thoughts,
The pain I suffer because I...you think of depressing things,
The music I listen to and walk the edge of cliffs,
Yet you push me closer to the edge,
But I can't do it yet,
The music is to loud for now,
I wonder how much longer it will be to loud for,
My doctor gave me more pills to take,
I won't take them,
Afraid I'll purposely overdose on them,
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
I reep my blood,
Yet you are unsatisfied,
The bridges I cross to satisfy my...your thoughts,
The pain I suffer because I...you think of depressing things,
The music I listen to and walk the edge of cliffs,
Yet you push me closer to the edge,
But I can't do it yet,
The music is to loud for now,
I wonder how much longer it will be to loud for,
My doctor gave me more pills to take,
I won't take them,
Afraid I'll purposely overdose on them,
It's a poem
