Afterlife Isn't For Me

Just something to hold over while I have writers block

I am still awake

For reasons to medicate.

The bitter pill has gotten me high

And I'm falling apart.

Power-cord-noose is my fate

And it's all so much to take.

And the cardboard razor

Has touched my skin again.

Couldn't let it go.

But Ms. Misery doesn't know.

The fool-act has gone dry.

So don't ask me why.

Leave "love" at the door 

Because I know I'm such a bore.

Falling from such low heights

They call me "attention-w***e". 

Indifferent EMTs 

Take me into emergency.

And the red lights in my vision

Will never fade away.

Couldn't ever let it go.

And Ms. Misery will never know.

My fool-act has gone dry

And I don't want you to bother yourself by wondering why. 

I am still awake

For reasons to medicate.

The bitter pill has gotten me high

And I'm falling apart...

Author's Note

Writers block on Simon Hale so I just wrote this down to cope with a bunch of stuff going on.

Reviews

[Steph]

This is such a poignant and well written piece of poetry. You really have a talent! It's so personal and moving. Some parts rhymed, some parts didn't but all in all everything flowed really well. I loved the last stanza the best, I think it was really cleverly written.

[Kevin Manson]

Thank you very much, Steph!