The Counting GameA Poem by The Silent Crescendo
You asked me "What's wrong?"
I asked you to count with me One One day you just stopped coming around Two Two days have passed since my last meal and I'm still staring down the toilet hoping to empty whatever is left of me Three Three words repeated over and over I love you I love you I love you I love you Four 4:00 a.m. showers letting the bathtub flow over hoping to drown the girl I hate because that's the girl I have become Five Five bottles down moving onto number Six Six daisies making a chain around my neck like a noose holding the measurement hoping that I'll at least be pretty when I die Seven Seven days every week I didn't want to get out of bed because how could I try and stand on solid ground when I'm sinking and everyone else around me is flying like Eight smoke rings escaping my lips as I wish that maybe my last breath will float up with it Nine Nine hours I should be sleeping but instead I stare at that pill bottle did you know that Ten out of Ten doctors will prescribe you with pills if you're even the slightest bit imbalanced in the brain Nine Nine years of prescriptions piling up ignored in fear of becoming a monster like the one they're trying to create Eight Eight cancer sticks at the bottom of my bag because addiction is addiction because it hurts the same Seven Seven minutes I count over and over did you know that's how long it takes to die by hanging I know because of Six words you said Five years ago "Why don't you just go kill yourself" Four attempts in one month why can't I just die Three Three hours spent sobbing on the bathroom floor with Two bullets in One gun shot bang! Zero Zero chances left © 2015 The Silent CrescendoAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThe Silent CrescendoWIAboutI'm just a young poet/writer trying to make her mark in this world. more..Writing
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