# A Poem

Author: Ankalis
Tags: Pain, Poetry, mourning

Would you kill me if I asked it?  
Do you love me that much?  
I made a call to Jesus,  
He wouldn't do it.  
And I heard his love was eternal.  
What is it to live when you breathe  
The poisonous thoughts of heart and mind  
Like air from a paper bag.  
Darkness and paranoia  
A nebulous clustering in my head.  
I try so hard  
Not to let it show.  
Please, just cut me a little  
So that I might bleed this irrational  
Sense of guilt out of me.  
To watch your best friend die,  
And while in your own hands.  
I've been strong.  
For two days now, I have been strong.  
A brave face can go for miles,  
But now my sole wears thin now.  
The tears are falling now, oh,  
it is the flood gate now opened.  
I scream  
And I scream  
And I fucking scream.  
That sickly pink injection,  
The plunger falling  
Falling  
Falling,  
Until that needle hits zero.  
And again, I die a little more inside.  
 

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