The smell of Kent <br />Failed to bring me to life, <br />I felt almost nothing, kept silent like dead. <br />The poisoned blade <br />Of a sharp kitchen knife <br />Was bound to cut me, I dropped it instead. <br /> <br />It wasn't meant <br />To take place then, alas, <br />My memories, lurking, denied suicide. <br />My guise would fade <br />In a half-empty glass <br />And you would not even find out I died. <br /> <br />My swollen pride <br />Was revealed in my eyes, <br />Yet weakness was hidden behind my eyelids. <br />I stayed awake <br />To the gloomy sunrise, <br />It haunts me at moments when consciousness bleeds. <br /> <br />My other side <br />Is still craving for life; <br />These tough contradictions make up my true core. <br />Just one mistake <br />Fights the urge to survive <br />Or live ever after like never before?<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breakdown-22/
