I died for you

My chips are down now. It's time to face my life.
But it's hard, my past. I've been stabbed with a guilty knife.

I can tell myself to fix it, this horrible living style .
But I muster nothing but the fakeness in my smile.

It's a face, I tell you. It's nothing but a joke.
But I suppress it again with an inhale of smoke.

I'll drink 5 shots of vodka and so many beers.
But in the morning I am sober, and still I feel the tears.

I see a killer in the bathroom mirror, Darkness by the chandelier.

I'm looking for the problem, pretending it's not really here.

Two houses, two cars. But a heart like coal.
Please, God! Give me back my soul!

Those are MY emotions. They belong to ME!
Please just give them back. I beg to be free.

I confess to him. It's my fault they're dead.
I didn't pull the trigger. But I took their heads.

I'm writing for you both, my love, and my friend.
Can't you hear me cry? Can't you see I'm dead?

I fight for you both, even though you can't see.
I still visit your graves. And I drop to my knees.

The roses I give you can deteriorate.
But not my love, my feelings, or my fate.

Please hear me. I still hear you.
I can't whipe off the blood on my shoe.

You're both mine, you know.
But I have nothing to show.
There'll be nothing left when I go.

It's time to move on I suppose.
As the last pedal falls from the rose.

I can steal this city, I can sleep around.
But at the end of the day ...My chips are still down.

In loving memory of my friend and my love. I still remember you both.

Mikey is this really you?

How are you close to a comp?

Very good poem

Its me Heather 🙂

really nice poem!!!!