I'm Sorry That You Were Hurting

I'm sorry for letting you overdose

I'm sorry that I wasn't there

When you swallowed pills like air

With your desperation sobbing

Oesophagus throbbing

Red ochre dripping from your wrist

Like poppies, you would be missed

The demons got you, they groped

Sanity eloped

Your cannula feeds

Where your lacerations bleed

Your insanity opening up like petals

Your old self, tangled in the nettles

I'm sorry

I'm so sorry

The End

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