# "I Am Broken"

Author: MyOwnParasite
Tags: Depression, Drugs, Poetry, mourning, nonfiction, overdose, suicidal

#3 of Poetry, both old and new

Something I wrote during my worst of times, not long after the death of my beloved mate, many years ago...

"I Am Broken"

By Ken Anderson, 2 November, 2013...

I am broken;  
A broken man.  
Something important  
Has died inside.  
  
I swore to myself,  
That I would never again  
Lose control of my senses,  
But now, here I am...  
  
I drank so much liquor,  
I poisoned myself.  
And now, every day,&nbsp;&nbsp;  
I awaken to hell.  
  
And one week later,  
I thought I'd recovered,  
But then came the pills,  
And calls from my mother.  
  
There's twenty-four hours,  
In each of these days,  
But for those lost moments,  
I lived in a haze.  
  
Too scared to seek sleep,  
For the nightmares would come,  
I wished to high hell  
That I still owned a gun.  
  
I opened my eyes  
And a full day had passed.  
The last I remember,  
I'd fell to the grass.  
  
The cop took some pity,  
And instead of jail,  
He took me to detox,  
It didn't end well.  
  
The sixty-four xanax  
I swallowed that night,  
Still give me the shakes  
And I wake up in fright.  
  
It may not have killed me,  
But it might as well,  
For someone so "blessed"  
I feel broken as hell.  
  
It's been two more days,  
And I can't help but think  
What may have happened  
If I'd stepped to the brink...  
  
No cliff is too high,  
No bayou too small,  
Even now, I imagine,  
Of ending it all.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;My friends have all left me,&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;There's scars on my hands.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It serves to remind me,

.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I am a broken man...

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