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Another drunken night
Another night of craziness
Another time reminded
That ignorance is bliss
It’s only been three months
But I know it won’t last
I once again try to tell you
That you’ll be put in my past
Another psychotic reaction
Another suicide attempt
Another traumatic experience
To add to my contempt
Threats to jump off a bridge
And razor blades have been tried
I can’t count all the ways
That you have almost died
I pin you to the bed
To prevent this devastation
You seem to calm down eventually
And exude relaxation
A trip to bathroom
Gives me the chills
It was all the time needed
To consume a bottle of pills
Tears flow freely
Paralyzed with fear
You smile sadly
You shed a single tear
You tell me not to worry
That my problems will end
In the morning you’ll be gone
But my heart will never mend
We both wake in the morning
I promise to stay
Bittersweet memories
Of what happened that day
Things turned out
To be for the best
Because we had twins
Who would’ve guessed?
The scars remain
The cuts ran deep
Many painful memories
For this mind to keep
Sad poem, TD. Glad you’re out of there.
Yeah, me too.
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wow how awful
Yeah, not fun at all.
i understand, the father was that way.
I’m sorry.
thanks, he still is but he and the rest of my family are now out of my life completely. i stopped being pulled into their narcissistic controlling abuse.
Good. I’m glad you’re free of that.
me too!!
Yay!