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to my ex
The silent car ride,
The tearful eyes
The day I finally died inside.
The blood soaked wrist
And the glistening glass Were the things that
Should have ended my life.
They rushed me off
To the hospital that night
A place for people
Who lived in fright
The horrific white walls
The tensions cold air
The children crying out
In their pain and wear
The dark room
My roommate and I kept
Was the one that haunted me
Every night when I slept. it was the ghost of you haunting me
The blood that was drawn
I still painfully lack
It haunts me these days that i lost the chance
To ever look back.
Ten therapy sessions
Each day and night
So overwhelming
I wanted to fight.
Letters from loved ones
Saying how much of a failure you are
Them saying they wish you were dead
A phrase carved into
That old wooden door
It read blake died here
And I could not ignore
To this day I wonder
If that i was to blame
I remember that day
With the glistening glass
The blood soaked wrist
And the horrible life
I still walk on
With my head hung llow
As I think of the
Day I died inside. |
