BlackA Poem by NoofwiseA deeper look into my thoughts of a broken relationship
Black
By: Noofwise I'm addicted to the lesser thing in life.
Like sunshine, a cool breeze, or a good woman's touch. I don't need substance to get my by. I'm high! I'm not coming down! You've done this to me! But where are you now? I'm crash landing hard to ground I've never known. Confused, scared, miserable, and alone, I've taken up substance to fill the feelings once there. My heart is breaking, but i know you don't care. I'll cut a little deeper and drink a little more. Maybe I'll sleep, or die, and i wont think about it anymore. The hardest part is remembering the things we once had. This gun to my head will take care of all that. Nothing they say will change me or make you come back. Hand on cool metal, trigger pulled..... Black.... © 2013 NoofwiseAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on January 7, 2013 Last Updated on January 7, 2013 Tags: Hurt suicide breaking AuthorNoofwiseTupelo, MSAboutI am Noofwise, the Valiant. A 19 year old amateur writer with high hopes that people will approve of and enjoy what I bring to paper. I've read that it's vital for an author to be surrounded by other .. more..Writing
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