AOD- April Overdose

Art by: PERPETUA ALL MOTHER

By PERPETUA ALL MOTHER

He asks me if I’m stressed

Every time he does

It reminds me I have nothing left 

He promised me the best; I can’t go yet

He’s onto me;

He knows there are voices in my head

Every time he yells,

all I see is red

Every time I cry, I’m reminded

 “I can’t feel like this when I’m dead. “

I wish the angel would have kissed me instead 

My parents chose to indulge 

Look where it led

Petitioning my guides so much I feel like I’m in debt

He wonders about the thoughts in my head

If he could see,

he would know I’m in love with the angel of death 

Every night I wait for her on the edge of my bed

Only When I know she won’t show

Do I lay down my head 

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