Numb

NUMB

Trigger, bang. Pills, quiet.

Point of view different than any other

Cold steel press against cracking lips

Or

Alcohol taking down

From throat to stomach, pills in between

Stinging with regret

Senseless sinking knees

Hitting the floor

Note typed out saying,

“No I do not want your pity,

I want to feel NUMB again.”

Remembering for the good not bad.

Let me be gone in my dreams.