The Last Night

It was under the weight of your skin I felt my breath choke me into my descent
Within your gaze my heart sank, gave in and with words you spoke I grasped on to the fading light
but still I died inside
your cold room preserving my corpse only long enough for you to say your goodbyes and I went home, had a little cry
and then I died on the outside

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Oh boy. 2 weeks before my wedding, I was looking for an escape, I slept with my ex, and as I listened to him tell me it was only sex but we should still be friends I felt the weight of what I had done. I was severely depressed, I just wanted to die. I drove home contemplating running away, disappearing and suicide. I cried in the shower and wrote this poem on the tile wall using my nephews bath crayons.