Send Help

Artist Unknown

I still remember the day you walked out the door

After all this time it still haunts me

Bags packed in your right hand while turning your back to me

Telling me I have no choice but to set you free

Tears on the brim of my eyes refusing to fall

We might’ve both messed up, but I gave you my all

How is it you’re the one that gets to walk away

Leaving me to be surrounded by all the memories overshadowed by the present

Positive thoughts clouded with negative

Consuming every inch of my body

Weighing it down like a sedative

Until I no longer want to live

Convincing myself I have nothing left to give

So the scenarios of what if plays in my mind like the perfect illusion

Sending me in a constant state of confusion

Not understanding that sunshine awaits the breaking of a new day

Only seeing the pill bottle on the table that can end it all

A victim of my thoughts I become

Feeling pill after pill slide down my throat until the bottle is empty

Satisfaction takes over with a smile knowing soon nothing will be felt

Then the phone rings and I hear your frantic voice

Before darkness takes over I whisper

Send help….

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