Wake up with the same old dreams in my head
Same old thoughts that I’d be better off dead
The sun will never rise again
And it’s cold on the bathroom floor
Where do I go from here?
Does anyone even care
If I bleed to death?
If I choke on my own vomit?
If I died right here
With my head on the toilet bowl?
Destroy my body and sell my soul
Save a space
For me in hell
I’m coming home.
I always come back to where I belong
…porcelain
the only god I know.
(c) 2001
manicddaily
June 1, 2011 at 12:16 pm
Your poems are very powerful, wrenching. But worrisome too because so direct. Take care of yourself! (I don’t mean to be offensive with that.)
halfwaybetweenthegutter
June 6, 2011 at 8:42 pm
It’s not offensive at all – thank you (for reading, and for your lovely comment). I have an ability to bounce back.
Mr.memo
June 1, 2011 at 4:19 pm
dude, this is a poem written by a person who is committing a suicide ….. really strong poem man. Good one
Jingle
June 2, 2011 at 4:04 am
sad,
nightmares hurt.
bless you.
powerful work.
halfwaybetweenthegutter
June 6, 2011 at 8:33 pm
Thank you JIngle.
mindlovemisery
June 2, 2011 at 7:28 am
Your poems are shocking and raw. I very much enjoyed reading your submissions
halfwaybetweenthegutter
June 6, 2011 at 8:32 pm
Again, thank you so much for visiting and commenting.