Cut so long, so deep.

So much pain, I begin to weep.

Starts to numb as it continuously pours

My thoughts combined, begin to sore.

In and out of consciousness

Avoiding toxic thoughts to detour

From nauseousness

All the torcher comes to an end

As my eyes close one last time.

Last thought has clicked send

forever my bedtime.

Signed love you always and forever!

P.s. see you at your end.


© Destiny Cline