Dont swallow that pill

I stare done at the pills in my hand contemplating whenever to swallow

Body cradled wallowing 

In self pity.

No wonder i walk around this city

All alone without a soul to follow.

Dry red lips pressed softly together, can i still manage to swallow?

The eyes which stare back at me are not mine,

Are you okay, im fine, im fine, im fine, IM FINE.

Yesterday, I may have had a knife dancing on the centre of my chest 

but today is a new day, but i still not feel any better, rest.

Resting is where the devils does his work, breaking me down

leaving me alone in my mind to drown. 

I walk down the road 

Holding my hands out unafraid to implode.

No cars ride this rode and the song of birds do not fill the air,

The road reaches a crossroad i cannot bare

I take left with a little hesitation, my heart rate slows.

Pills no longer in my hand, wilted rose.

Reviews

[hi]

now that is a poem, love it, you got to tell me why is it you lack skill, because you got skill but I think you need someone to teach you more things, to become great, and no I cant teach you lol
but yeah I think you get the rough idea of how to write

[Corey12345]

Thankyou, yeah i agree. Yeah i mean it is always i path i could take and i could go participate in some writing lessons as a way of improvement