…battle is lost, your wounds are open
breathing has stopped, you're lying there
broken
busy telling you, 'get up', 'wake up'
'open your eyes' 'come on please…'
but you've come this far
(i love you)
now rest
(i love you)
(don't go)
in peace
(please...)
A fragment of an old poem that I wrote when I was afraid that a person dear to me might be suicidal. It turned out okay, but the nightmares of that time haunt me still.
