A 2am unable to sleep write
Inspired by my 2009 poetry
Into a puddle onto the floor
creep.....creep.....creep.....
The puddle is spreading leaking underneath the locked bathroom door
Scribble.....scribble.....write.....
A note "I'm sorry I couldn't take the pain anymore".
Blood drips from the white, perfectly manicured, hand
A note which reads I know you will not understand;
I was drowning in this pain
it has driven me insane
I have no options left anymore
this pain I can no longer ignore
the perfect girl I tried so hard to be
but so much pressure built up on me
this is the only way left you see.
Please don't weep for that which you did not know,
I truly believe it is my time to go!
I know understand you will not
but the pain is the only friend I've got
and it's a friend that has to go away
I'm sorry I can not live like this another day.
Drip, drop, splash
into a puddle, onto the floor,
creep, creep, creep,
the puddle is spreading, leaking underneath the locked bathroom door,
scribble, scribble, write
a note, I'm sorry, I couldn't take the pain, anymore.
18/1/2020.
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2020-01-17 at 15:28
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Inspired by my 2009 poetry
Couldn't take
Drip.....drop.....splash.....Into a puddle onto the floor
creep.....creep.....creep.....
The puddle is spreading leaking underneath the locked bathroom door
Scribble.....scribble.....write.....
A note "I'm sorry I couldn't take the pain anymore".
Blood drips from the white, perfectly manicured, hand
A note which reads I know you will not understand;
I was drowning in this pain
it has driven me insane
I have no options left anymore
this pain I can no longer ignore
the perfect girl I tried so hard to be
but so much pressure built up on me
this is the only way left you see.
Please don't weep for that which you did not know,
I truly believe it is my time to go!
I know understand you will not
but the pain is the only friend I've got
and it's a friend that has to go away
I'm sorry I can not live like this another day.
Drip, drop, splash
into a puddle, onto the floor,
creep, creep, creep,
the puddle is spreading, leaking underneath the locked bathroom door,
scribble, scribble, write
a note, I'm sorry, I couldn't take the pain, anymore.
18/1/2020.
Poetry by liz munro
Read 315 times
Written on 2020-01-17 at 15:28
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