Stairing into this mirror
with a hand full of pills
with a broken heart
and a mind to kill
i take the glass of water
and choke them down
lye down and sleep
never to be found
you ruined my life
now to ruin yours
with all this guilt
and painfull sores
all i ever wanted was to be loved
but you didn't care
now your all alone
knowing i'm not there
how does it feel
to feel the way i did
being traped in a bottle
with a closed lid
A powerful opener Justin and dark subject matter. Welcome to PH. Rgds., frank.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh...such sweet pain...death...suicide it's all the same to me...such wonderfull description...