The memories of you are bittersweet,
Relentless pain along with agonizing defeat,
Crying alone in my bed at night,
My battle is half over, but have I given up the fight?
Remose fills the air as I breath in razorblades,
Slicing my throat my as my body decays,
Anguish and pain all bottled up inside,
This bottle of Vodka, I'll let my feelings hide,
I love you, but I dont have you so, I need to let you go,
This gun is the paddle for my boat to row,
I lean back and take another drink of the burning sensation,
My journey in life, no longer an obligation,
Once more I scream, now drowning my fears,
Lean back... pull the trigger.. goodnight love.. no more tears.
joshua reid
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-more-tears-12/
