The Fight

My body’s cold,

lips are blue.

Why did I do this because of you?

I feel the earth below me

like a pillow under my head.

No knives, no guns, but pills instead.

The bottle lays empty,

cap unscrewed.

What did I do? What did I do?

My spirit floats, my body lays.

My lover finds me,

and he prays.

I reach for him.

I’m sucked away,

like a deep crest of a wave.

He pounds the ground,

screaming why, oh why?

I asked myself why did I?

My parents arrive, my best friend too

I thought to myself, what did I do!?

I look away, the pain’s too deep.

My life is over because of me.

I look back for one last glance.

They zip me up in the body bag.

I did this to ease my pain.

I lost instead of gained.

As I look down at my family,

I regret that night.

My life stopped ticking

because of a fight.

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