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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2207389
Letting pain die for sanity
I poor the pills out.
Each one a bullet to kill the pain.
I face the day clean.
Just to bury us.

I need to finally put us in the ground.
You are no longer mine to hold.
So the last right be read.
So I may live.

Cut part of me out.
Lay it in the ground.
The fall never promised a landing so hard.
Or a fall so far.

Rest in peace.
I will visit this grave from time to time.
Until one day I forget where you are buried.
Live in heaven in my mind.

In the arms you are now in.
May they hold you better than I did.
Longer then I could.
And warmer than the sun.
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