my lungs are burning
throat raw from screaming
hands are tired from beating
against the wall of the bathroom door
that you locked yourself in
you told me you’d decided
that you didn’t want to live
a life full of tragedy and lies
and now I’m stuck here
screaming through the walls
about how your life matters
and how we all love you
and instead of opening the door
and coming out to talk
you swallow pill after pill
small sips of whiskey in between
and I’m trying to understand you
but all I want to say
is how selfish it is to only see yourself
in the problems that we both face
and how I wish it was me in there
instead of you
because you could live without me
but I’d die without you
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Eugena Lewis
I'm twenty-five years old. Reading and writing are my passion and I want to share that passion with others.
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