For those dealing with similar problems, you are not alone and they are always people who will listen and help you get through it. just keep holding on


When morning comes

I see the bottle
as it stares
me down

egging me on
come'on
just one swallow

It's not filled
with liquor
It's filled
with happiness
pressed into pills

I avoid it
I don't want it
I'm a zombie
when I'm on it

But...
if you take just
enough..
those pills?..
They can
blissfully kill
you

wipe out all
your worries
make your
mind still

They make
nothing matter
happy as
the mad hatter

oh the temptation
oh how easy
it would be,
I could swallow
each mini happy

It isn't worth
it. I know things
get better
Left in my
own head though....

The mind always
wanders, thinks
too deep

Please somebody,
anybody, just
talk to me.
Be with me.

I don't trust
myself alone.
I'm to weak
and I don't
want to leave

Each night
I count the
hours till
morning comes

The sun brings
hope. Makes me
feel okay.
It's night,
when everyone
goes away,
I become
troublesome

To those out there
who feel
like me,
Please please
remember
there is always
hope in the
morning



Poetry by Luna Nightshade
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Written on 2017-01-13 at 14:27

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