sitting here alone
with the thoughts of how things used to be
going crazy of wanting things back the way
they used to be
I kept trying to call and text
asking you for help
or at least just hear the comfort of your voice
I'm sitting here with a bottle of vodka and a razor blade
only a matter of moments
before I lose it
and run the razor down my veins
'I'm sitting here with a bottle of vodka and a razor blade only a matter of moments' Yes I say we poets have the religion! yes I say, I shout, I howl for our religion is sensitivity. A poignant poem with implicit meaning and explicit imagery... Great poem by a writer with lot of potential writer...
WOW excellent piece very sad though, I'm sitting here with a bottle of vodka and a razor blade only a matter of moments deep great line, nice work and hope all is well.bl.e.ss.
only a matter of moments....took reader a moment to think & to praise...weldone...
Heartfelt write. Writing for me releases so much pain. The title suits your poem so well. Thank you so much Sara I wish you well.
It is a difficult thing to comment one sitting with razor and telling few moments only and it is truly sad.
Holy s desperation Portrayal of last truest moments We all need to know that we aren't abandoned and alone That there are so many people out there to support us, for us to fall back on.. Being out of touch should not equate to spiraling away into darkness then death Just because others haven't called or texted, you should definitely reach out to them!
Holy s desperation Portrayal of last truest moments We all need to know that we aren't abandoned and alone That there are so many people out there to support us, for us to fall back on.. Being out of touch should not equate to spiraling away into darkness then death Just because others haven't called or texted, you should definitely reach out to them!
Well written. Sad piece. One that takes their own life gave up on life. When we rely on someone else to save us we all die unless we rely on God's love. This is a poem not of desperation but a need for attention. The ones who actually commit suicide never wanted help they just did it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm glad you didn't because it allowed you to write this very poignant peice. Fantastic work, painful to read and explicit imagery but fantastic