pain cant be scrubbed or drunk away.
sometimes i wish i could scrub away the pain , but theres not even soap in all the world to make it go away.looking up from the bottom of the bottle is a tempation that i wont allow, myself again. i know that it helps no one , that it just makes me feel it , the pain and tears all night. i want to get away from the glass on the floor and the blood by the door, and the nightly torments and tears. i try for this reason not to find the bottom again , but to come from the bottom and see the sky , and soar forever by and by.
i want to see the sunset not the death by the side , not the toll i know it could take , the pain it could wake. it doesnt cause the pain , it just takes whats already there and makes me see it here, makes me lean into makes it hard not to cry to feel , this thing that for some could cause suidcide.
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