What am I doing?
Picking my poison.
Slowly drinking
The one that I’ve chosen
Finally, a future I can control
Even if it is one
That I can’t hold
Because of my constantly
Shaking hands
Is there someone who will
Help me
When I no longer can?
I feel the tears
Fall slowly down my crimson cheeks
Taste the salt on my lips
Why am I so weak?
Why can’t I continue
To hold it all in
Why is this happening
Again and again?
The walls proceed
To crash and fall
Why do you continue
To stand through it all?
Laying on the ground
So broken
So helpless
How could I have been
So fatally careless
To let someone
Into my reserved heart
When I don’t know what’s in there
It’s tearing me apart.
Why did I do it?
Didn’t have much of a choice
Guess this isn’t my decision.
It never was my voice
Fate has had mercy.
Usually it’s cruel
Except when it decides
For me to love someone like you.
Feeling the venom.
Flow through my veins
Watching the tears
Fall like rain.
I love you so much
That, yes, it hurts
Now my lips
Are trying to find the words
That will tell you that I
Am just a lost cause
What substance is there
Behind the falling walls?
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I haven't had from you in a while, so I thought I should come and read some of your work... I miss your pen and paper... And I love this poem... Please come back The_African_Son