My Past.

The lifeless piece of sharp metal
Lays near;
Temptation.
More than a dozen unknown pills
Are scattered on the table;
Contemplation.
I turn out the lights
To rest my eyes and
Dream of something beautiful;
All that flashes in my head
As I lay asleep is the
Horrifying nightmares of
What he did to me.
It’s a new day and
I feel dead inside.
I’m exhausted;
Hollow-eyed.
Isolation is my new best friend,
Fear consumes my mind.
I walk alone on
These crowded streets,
No one is here to rescue me.