"At least,

I'm off Anti-depressants now,"

She said.

A statement that embodied the feeble tread

Of a vixens empty call to a merciless moon

Wrapped heavy in a dull noxious

gloom

Her words to my ears

they used to be music

Now a shell soaked in tears

and Im left feeling clueless

Head in a noose while her soul

was being stolen, I remembered when this girl used to be golden

Her family, like mine were toxic together we found peace, yeah, then lost it

After regurgitating fragments of a past we could not return to

decided love had left us, senseless, with a sense of what to work to

It felt senseless to him

staring at the teacher

staring at the blackboard

with the chalk lines that

were supposed to say

something important,

seeing other learners

with glazed eyes and gap

mouthed expressions

pretending without

success not to be clueless,

the professor claps his hands,

stirs up white dust,

bats at it in feeble effort to

breathe again, straightens

his tie, if he flipped it

around it would be a

noose, sometimes when

they pulled the lever

they would drop beneath

the stage and their neck

wouldn’t break, body

screaming that it didn’t

want to die, trying to

keep breathing only to

suffocate as the rope

grew tighter, and he thought

it would be better for

the fall to break him

instead of suffering, even

if it meant a few more

moments off the scythe

of a nearby reaper, pay

attention, his lips are

moving, he’s not deaf

but damn it’s hard to hear,

slips like butter, the others

are saying something, time

to regurgitate but he

didn’t swallow it down

right the first time, he

heard somewhere cows

actually chew their food

twice, a reason for the

cud, imagines it noxious

but necessary like a lot of

things in life, like too much

oxygen can kill a man and the

air’s impurities are needed,

a required taint, like mother’s

anti-depressant that makes

her loopy in the head but

keeps her fingers off the blades

and away from the arteries

beneath the scars on her

wrists, resurfacing, shit, the

room is silent, the teacher

stares him down, merciless,

waiting for the answer to the

question he missed, waiting

for him to spit out the tally

like a cash register for something

he didn’t want to buy, growing

disappointed, the sheep around

him maaaaa’ing laughter, his

head shaking morosely back

and forth as he mutters, “you

really are a very stupid boy.”

His eyes study me

An open textbook of memories

Involuntarily regurgitate my heart

As senseless words fall from my lips

His laughter is my anti-depressant

Cleansing me of its noxious grip

Clueless about how he feels

Taunted mercilessly by the unknown

I sit next to him

A feeble attempt to get closer

As he ties the noose a bit tighter

I think I am in too deep

As he pushes me over the edge

She was feeling senseless again. Numb. Cold.

After taking her anti-depressant which was no use at all, flashes of her past still haunts her. The people outside who claims to love and care for her are clueless and oblivious to what she was about to do. She cried as she remembered the merciless look as he tried to penetrate her. She begged but he didn't listen. Feeling feeble from everything that has happened.

He was her everything. She wanted to regurgritate thinking of how she thought he was the one. How he could never hurt her. He was nothing but noxious.

She's going to end it all now. She can feel the calmness after the storm.

Jumping off the chair, tightening the noose around her neck as she slowly fall into the darkness.

He was a noxious boy, skinny, pale. He thought it would be a better idea to take antidepressants before school and drop acid before he went to bed every night. Nobody talked to him, they could see the bags. They could smell the beer, knew there were pills somewhere involved, just not exactly sure. His name was Danny. Danny wasn't the average Joe. Sure, he heard the famous line, "You're going to be someone special one day." "You're going to make it." but Danny didn't believe it. It was due to his disbelief that lead to his destruction.

Danny, every night, would take a couple of Xanax before he would drop his acid, in search of some peace. Going through a divorce, failing school, and not really sure of his identity all lead him down this road. He would blast XXYYXX in the midst of his mood making moments. Sometimes he would regurgitate the pills other times he would just drool and stare out in space, clueless... his body all numb, feeble.

Danny tripped one night and thought that he was having a good trip. He saw his self flying around over a dewy piece of grass with the sun in his eyes. He could feel the air and he noticed how nice the atmosphere hugged him. The universe was merciless upon his soul, everything was a charm. Danny fell asleep in the grass, hugging it, rolling in it... He laughed aloud. He laughed aloud so loud that his parents came in through his room door.

"Danny! That fucking alarm clock!" His mother yelled at him... she unplugged it from the socket and was about to throw it towards him, until she looked up. There, senseless in his closet, Danny was upon a noose. She screamed aloud so loud that the father came in through his room door.