No More

In Crimson letters,
l-o-v-e stings my arm.
I fell into it again.
The razor blades charm.
I hear the whispers,
of the hidden drug.
“No More.”
I say to no one,
opening the pill bottles.
One by one.
Do I dare do this again?
I promise I wouldn't,
and I know I shouldn't.
“No More.”
I repeat to the darkness.
But do they really expect,
temptation won't be there?
I bring the bottle to my lips.
My mind flashes back,
to tonight's events.
I tip the bottle..
“No More.”
I chime to myself,
right before I swallow.
This isn't me.
My mind screams.
“No More.”
But I just want to be free.
The second bottle,
raised to my lips.
“No More.”
I cry.
“This isn't me.”
I don't want to die.
I bring the bottle down,
breaking from the temptation it gives.
This won't be me.
“No More.”