sitting here alone <br />with the thoughts of how things used to be <br />going crazy of wanting things back the way <br />they used to be <br />I kept trying to call and text <br />asking you for help <br />or at least just hear the comfort of your voice <br />I'm sitting here with a bottle of vodka and a razor blade <br />only a matter of moments <br />before I lose it <br />and run the razor down my veins<br /><br />Sara Panicali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-a-matter-of-moments/
