Final Goodbyes.
Sitting here,
make-up streaks my face.
Knife to my wrist,
A 100 pills down.
Vomit on the floor,
sweat soaked shirt.
I want this to end,
I want to be free from this.
Slit my wrist,
one for the stupidity,
two for the pain,
three for the sleepless nights,
four for the tears.
Now the other,
five for the broken promises,
six for the stolen innocence,
seven for the abuse,
eight for the pleasure.
I don’t feel a thing,
as the blood gushes to the floor.
My heart stutters,
my breathing stops.
Goodbye is all that’s left,
written on the wall in blood.