What They'd Really Do...

A pressure that pushes so hard

to make you break

a knife in your hand

for a chance to take

what you didn't create

this room of darkness

you've built only

brings grief

the pills in your drawer

never help

a bed to rest on when your

feeling sullen

trying your best to hold on

but wanting to let go at the

same time

will you...

take a risk

play with death

cut your wrists

While the ones that love you

panic outside your door

hoping your still breathing

only to find you on the floor

with pills and vomit

staining the floor

as you watch they lay you to rest

you think they wont cry

you think they never gave a

s*it

as you sit and stare

you see you were wrong

your families eyes

hold no light

faded away when

you took your life

It pulled them into

a depressing twirl

they watched and cried

as your body was lowered

wishing for you to come

back

wishing you never left