My hands trembled,
looking at
how bleak my world seemed.
I looked down to see
a red line,
running down my arm.
Closing my eyes,
swallowing the same pills
for what i hoped was the last time.
My hope of eternal sleep,
eroding as i awoke
dizzy and empty of all things.
Maybe i killed her,
or maybe
I killed me.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:32 AM UTC
My hands trembled,
looking at
how bleak my world seemed.
I looked down to see
a red line,
running down my arm.
Closing my eyes,
swallowing the same pills
for what i hoped was the last time.
My hope of eternal sleep,
eroding as i awoke
dizzy and empty of all things.
Maybe i killed her,
or maybe
I killed me.
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