Desperate Poem by Jasmine Brown

There aren't enough pills

To make the pain go away

This music isn't loud enough

To not hear you say:



'It's over, we're done

I am tired of your games

You are burning my mind

Making me insane'



The cuts aren't deep enough

Because i can still see you going away

I am not bleeding fast enough

Because i'm still asking you to stay



You keep saying:

'I am sick of your drama

Of your jealousy

With you it's like a rollercoaster



You are a sneaky little cobra

With your brandy

You are a bomber'

And i keep begging:



Please don't go

I love you so much

Can't live without you

Without your touch



You are my medicine

I need you

You are the one who makes me feel right

Now that you are gone, there are voices in my head, again